I fell in love with the cold
when I saw how the mist
danced upon your lips when
you spoke. The fog of each
breath kept me intoxicated
and when you pressed your
body against mine I was lost
in a fire of ecstasy.

– kristin l. cook

I stumble on my voice
and trip on my words
your name escapes my mouth
and my tongue carries dried spit. Sweat falls from my brow
and my palms become wet because only you can manipulate my body, soul and mind. Leaving me breathless and awake
As my heart thirsts for your smile.

– kristin l. cook

Listen to your thoughts
Hear the music playing
Your mind is an instrument
And words can be insolent
So guard your tongue
And protect your verse
Karma is a blessing or a curse

– kristin l. cook