Memory Poem #7: Cyan & Lance: Guy Talk

Late in the evening,
Lance heard three knocks at the door
and knew it was Cyan
probably goofing off.

Cyan had good looks,
but Lance had never seen him
look like a celebrity heartthrob 
with his hair disheveled,
shirt unbuttoned
and abs exposed.

“Can I come in?” he asked.
Lance moved aside,
closing the door behind him.

Cyan sat on the bed,
looking flustered.
Lance raised an eyebrow.
“You were with a girl,
I presume?”
Cyan nodded.
“Jillian,” he said

Lance’s heart
skipped a beat.
Jillian was a sweet girl,
he even had a little crush.
But his friend was also
a great guy.

“You guys didn’t…
did you?” Lance asked.
Cyan shook his head.
“No, she’s not ready,
but, I really, really want to,
but I also don’t want to
because I can’t commit.
I don’t know what to do.”

Cyan let out a sigh
putting his face
into his hands.
“I’ve never seen you
so flustered before,
especially over a girl.”

Cyan chuckled,
“Tell me about it.
It’s like I can’t get her
out of my head.
When I’m not with her,
I think about her.
When I see her,
I just want to touch her,
hold her, call her mine.
What is wrong with me?”

“Sounds like you’re falling in love,”
Lance laughed.  Cyan groaned,
“But Europe, in two weeks…”

“I haven’t seen you this happy
with a girl, ever, not even
when you were with Bri.
You can walk away, protect your heart, 
or follow it, and see where it leads.
Taking chances, living life,
that’s your motto, right?”

Cyan looked up
and met his eyes.
“Yeah, you’re right.”
He stood up,
tapping Lance’s shoulder.  
“Thanks, bud.  I gotta go.”
“To see Jillian?”
“Nah, I might scare her off
with my raging hormones.
I’m just gonna, uh…
satisfy myself,” he winked.
“TMI!” Lance joked,
closing the door.

heartthrob
image from Google

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Memory Poem #6: Jillian & Jessica: Girl Talk

Jillian’s heart fluttered
like a butterfly, listening 
to the ringtone
as a million thoughts
swirled into mind.
She needed
a soothing voice.

“Hello,” Jess said,
“How’s the trip?”
Jillian smiled, 
no longer flustered.
“Great, I uh… think I fell in love.”

Jess raised an eyebrow,
“At the beach house,
while babysitting?
Are you sure?
Tell me more,” she sang, 
sitting upright.

“He’s Ted’s brothers
close friend.”
“How hot?” Jess teased.

Jillian blushed, remembering
Cyan’s lips against hers,
his rock hard body
rocking against hers,
his throbbing groin rubbing
against hers, separated
by cotton jeans.

She sighed… recalling the yearning
sensation that burned through her
and the self-control she mustered
to suppress it.

Jess chuckled,
“Fantasizing, are we?”
Jillian turned red.
“Yes, he’s hot…”
“Well, what’s he like?”

“He’s got these deep blue eyes
that make me melt
into his arms, into his soul.
Graceful at sports.
Wisdom beyond his years,
loves his bike, loves living life,
and is adored by kids.

He’s smart and a smart ass.
Bold enough to be goofy,
bold enough to be sweet,
bold enough to truly care,
and I get lost in his eyes,
in his heart, in his soul,
as if I had known him
for years instead of days.

I think I’ve fallen in love
with a man I barely met,
and I’m addicted
to his touch.”

“Wow, soulful confession,
but I sense a problem.”
“He’s leaving in two weeks,
back to Europe for school.
I’m afraid to fall in love,
especially for the first time.”

“Calling me late at night,
gushing over a guy, this is a first
and I know you’re not stupid.
Jill, this is the guy you dreamt about,
the one we thought didn’t exist.

You might regret falling in love
and getting hurt,
but you will definitely regret
letting him go, letting go
of something magical
before it had a chance
to start, to shine, to grow.

You’ve never felt like this before,
if you let go now,
would you want to look back
and wonder what might have been?”

girl-talk
image from practicalhappiness.com

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