The Turning of the Key

Recently, a very nice fellow blogger extended to me the honor of receiving a bundle of awards..And along with those awards came a list of ten questions..very intriguing questions that seemed to be aimed right at my heart and mind..

As I read each one, I felt a sort of stirring in my soul..A kind of subtle euphoria..I had found another set of keys..

Who am I?  The ever elusive question that I continually ponder, for it seems I am never the same person for more than a single moment at a time..

Like the wind, I wander and shift with the turn of the earth, rise and fall then rise again with all the changes..upheavals and spirals..towering mountains and refreshing streams..of life..of a day..of an instant..

Yet..I seek a wholeness..a certain peace that can only come from discovering the truth behind the reason of my existence..the purpose of being here and now..inhaling memories of a forgotten romance..exhaling dreams of tender caresses and sweet kisses..

The keys to solving the mystery of..I am..are scattered, but every new and unexpected experience seems to pull me ever closer toward encountering..embracing..becoming enraptured by..what awaits beyond the opening of the door..

..Alas, since I am such a quiet, slightly awkward girl..I am always reluctant to share too much of myself..This time, however, I felt the urge to reveal another layer of *me* ..at the very least..bits of who I think I am..who I would like to be..

..If it is your wish to do so..my answers are here..

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The Heart That Trembles

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standing so far away

waiting for your eyes to see

but only a blank stare pierces me

please..don’t let the wall raised around my soul fail..me

please..don’t let me fall any deeper under the spell that is..you

my lips quiver

my pen drops

another love letter you’ll never read

another piece of myself i’ll never send

if only you knew how i silently call out to you

my heart trembles

steeling myself against your icy touch

awaiting a warm kiss i will never feel

fighting, for one more pulse of life

crying, for one last chance at love

~lenise~

Thoughts of You

Thoughts of you

keep my pen poised

to narrate a literary symphony

on pages in the eternal notebook

clutched close to my heart

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Thoughts of you

move my soul

toward heavenly heights

inspire my lips to confess

whispered words of love

stir memories of a last embrace

gentle kisses

softer than the streak of a teardrop

cascading down a warm cheek

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Thoughts of you

revive hope

dispel doubt

bring me to life, once more..LL♥

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Text ©2012 Lenise Lee Pubn.  All Rights Reserved.

Sweet & Spicy Kisses

Admittedly, I have written my fair share of burning words across the virtual screen, but nothing brings a smile to my face more than sharing that first sweet kiss with the reader. There’s something about imagining a gentle tap of innocent lips pressing together that stirs up my longing to delve deep into creating the perfect romantic scene.  Is there a better way to begin a life-long bond than with a tender kindling of passion passed between two hesitant souls?  Spicy kisses add a spark to the day, but it is the sweet ones that linger in our memories forever, even after the object of our desire is no longer near. LL♥

What is romance?

Is it a fiery kiss?  A passionate scene near a fireplace? Or is it simply two souls desperately trying to connect with one another beyond the use of words and outside of the boundaries of a mere touch?

I’ve been thinking on this question for quite a while…off and on…whenever my fingers hit the keys to start drafting a new title…when I see a couple passing on the street, in the store, at the park…What defines their romance?

Was it the first glance one summer morning?  The first note he or she passed to the object of their desire during a class?  An extra special hello during a lunch meeting at the office?  Where did it all begin?  More importantly…How does it all continue?

That sensual spark…those passionately whispered I love you’s…How do we keep them fresh and new amongst a world breaking at the seams?

Sex…Love…Romance…

After writing over a dozen romance-themed tales, I’ve finally been led to the conclusion that…while they are definitely related…they are definitely not the same concept.  Sex can be a passing urge…Romance flutters with the beat of a heart…But Love…surpasses all seasons…Once planted, It constantly swims in the soul, refusing to let go…Seeking its same in another living soul.

My first published words were “Excuse me?” from a man who saw a young woman sitting on the other side of a lecture hall and had been desperately trying to think of a way to introduce himself to her…Pure…Innocent…Pleading…Love

The moment I stepped away from these Tender Passions, I felt my words crumbling beneath me…For others, the burning touch of page-melting words may due, as for me, I continue my return home to where my personal love story lives and breathes anew…Pure…Innocent…Pleading…Love..LL♥