Saturday, December 28, 2019

Wasn't Your Time

““My angel of the night, for you I would have given anything, even if it was just for one more night. I’d give my whole world to just be with you, just to hold you tight, and tell you goodbye. I didn’t even get to say goodbye, Jackson. And the truth is, through it all, I would have died for you, too.” Tess replied through watery eyes. She reached under her pillow and traced her fingers over that letter, ”It wasn’t your time. I just wasn’t,” she sobbed.” ~ Erin Rose ..excerpt from Traitors Tartan part 2

Here I was Waiting

 “Those eyes, they cast a spell on me. A spell that not even I could break. As you spoke my eyes focused on the way your face shifted with your words. My ears noticed the tones in your voice and how they changed with the rhythm of your heartbeat against your flesh. My nose, well, it picked up the scent of you. Warm. Willing. Welcoming. Wanting. And here I was, waiting. “ ~ Erin Rose

Friday, December 27, 2019

Knew to Listen

“He never called me by my name. That was too easy, too simple & there was nothing simple about him. When he showed up at my door, I knew he meant business. His tone..deep..intense..growly. Whatever he called me that night, I knew to listen because there would be no turning back.” ~ Erin Rose

Monday, December 23, 2019

Watch Me Burn

“She folded up that letter as tears streamed down her face wondering how she managed to keep its pages dry. She must have read that letter a thousand times and each time it was like she had never read them before. Leaning back on the bed the memories hit like a flood of waves crashing against the shoreline. ‘How am I supposed to do this,’ she thought to herself. ‘ I can’t do this without you. The ache for you, this want for you, night after night. You set me on fire and walked away. You didn’t even stick around to watch me burn.’ “ ~Erin Rose

Saturday, December 21, 2019

The Release

“ … the scent surrounded us as we quickly shuffled through the crowd...before we could even reach the exit doors your hand slipped into my hair and wound tightly into a fierce grip.. as we went through the nearest door, locking it behind us…the grip tightened ...your breath quickened..and then there was that growl...the growl that had gotten me in trouble so many times before. You leaned in to growl something in my ear as you pushed me through a door, locking it behind me. You pushed, I pushed back. You scratched, I clawed. You pushed one more time, has my hands grasped the cold porcelain sink, using it as leverage, you slid deep inside, growling once more in my ear. My spine tingled, my body shook. Your hand slowly closed in around my neck, as we both embraced the sweet release.” ~Erin Rose

No Longer Will Be

“ You can pretend we never met, that you never knew me.
You can pretend I don’t exist, that there was nothing here to see.
You and I both know that’s bullshit.

It is once a ‘was’ and now a ‘no longer will be.’” ~ Erin Rose

Thursday, December 19, 2019

The Taste of You

“It’s more than just a need, this craving. This addiction, this tension, this energy that feels like shards of glass ripping through my veins. There’s an itch. I scratch. Nothing. I try again and watch it bleed. Will it ever end, this feeling? Doubtful. The only cure is the taste of you.” ~Erin Rose untitled

Wednesday, December 18, 2019

Take That Breath

" “There was no turning back now. She was here. He was here. Right here. Time stood still momentarily. Before she could muster up the courage to spill the words she had been holding on to for so long, he kissed her. He kissed her without any warning, without her permission. In that moment she knew, she knew he didn’t even decide to do it, he did it because he simply needed to take that breath she was holding on to. It belonged to him. She belonged to him and there was no turning back now.”" ~Erin Rose...WIP.... book be published

Saturday, December 14, 2019

Road Trip

"" the road trip was necessary..time just kept on ticking ..tick tock tick tock, not slowing down for either of us … couldn’t wait any was just time to take the trip and deal with this man who had just swooped in like a rolling thunder. With sweaty palms I waved at no one in particular… my nervous thoughts were getting the best of me… my heart racing, the butterflies in the pit of my stomach….it was time to put one foot in front of the other. Before I could even make my way through the crowd I saw that glimmer. The smile of all smiles. At that moment the voices in my head fell silent as one word fumbled past my lips. “Fuck.”"" ~Erin Rose... untitled...

Thursday, December 12, 2019

Stuttered My Own Name

""..there was something...something with the way he smelled, the way his lips curled up in the corners when he growled my name as he stood behind me, his hot breath against my neck..but, that wasn't the worst of it...the worst of the somethings was that stare.... the only glare to ever pierce into the depths of my soul so deep I stuttered my own name ..."" ~Erin Rose..... to be continued && published....

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Make a Wish

I’ve been writing again. A lot. Not ready to share the words with the world just yet. Changes are coming. That rainbow was all I needed to see. The storm has passed.

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Detroit based writer of poetic prose, quotes, thoughts, and sometimes, dirty things.