Poems from Planting the Seeds that Blossomed Me

© Eliza Rose


Marital Muse (Page 49)

Marital Muse

Asked me to be your groom
came in the room with your slip on
And asked if I’m ready for my tasting.
I told you I’d be happy to lay my lips
Upon your feasting buffet.

I ate until I became full
Off your main entrees,
My favorite, the ganache
Your nectar so sweet, so pure.
I washed it down with the signature cocktail.

You opened the flood gates,
your grand entrance
we made our watermark
Easing to the altar
As I embarked on your sweetheart neckline.

I glanced at the officiant
it had the red button
Pressed record as we committed
With our guests in view
Watching over you.

After it’s all over,
You request in house catering
I make sure to RSVP.
my mind is on round 2
I want to dwell on you.

The dessert is now catered,
Chocolate covered strawberries,
white mocha fondue.
We laugh, we cry, we catch our breath.


Take Me (Page 27)

Take Me

Take me to your paradise,

Take me to your home.

Take me to your kingdom,

So, I can sit on your throne.

Take me to your heart,

Take me to your soul.

Take me to that part,

That has that special goal.

Take me to your happiness,

That brings out your smile.

I want to be with you for a long time,

Not just for a little while.

You took my breath away,

To prove you’re here to stay,

So why not take me to our future,

Where our life holds.

I hope I am not too bold.

Take me to love,

Take me to pleasure.

Take me everywhere,

Our hearts can measure.

Take me to life,

Take me to death.

In the coffin,

Holding hands because,

You chose to take me everywhere.


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Chapter 1: Crisis of Lust

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© Eliza Rose



I can’t stop thinking about the day I had Clare’s legs in the air on my bed and she was screaming my name. As I drive to meet her at the Starbucks on 42nd street, I rehash the sweet times we shared as I mentally set up to change her last name. I am driving the speed limit, watching the other cars pass me to get to the highway. Once I am on the FDR drive, I increase the speed and lower my window. I allow the fresh air in as I indulge in the mental memory of my baby. She took her time letting me in her mind and once we were both ready for sex, I just knew it would be magical. After getting to know each other, she finally pegged for me to make love to her. I couldn’t wait to kiss her delicate skin, feel the electricity between us ignite as we shared a deeper connection.

I knew from our conversations that our love was more than mental and spiritual. I aimed to please her, taste her, feel her, and protect her. Man, her body had me memorized, she was so fine naked. It was hard to restrain myself in my entirety as I didn’t want to just be seen as a freak in the sheets. She soon learned that I am more than just a pretty face and a businessperson. I made love to Clare with my eyes and with my tongue.

The way she cooed when I gave her oral, brought me to pure lust, made my dick hard. I pumped her with the essence that I was her person. Just thinking about the first time we had sex, is sending me to a place where I can’t even fuck her right now. Not in public.

Although, we would be kinky if we did. Shit, there has been many times I fantasized about snatching my bookworm babe from behind the counter at B&N and sliding up in her panties. Somewhere along my daydreaming on the road, I am honked at, and the driver stuck up his middle finger because he signaled to pass me, but I hadn’t noticed. I am in the middle lane, so I drive a couple more minutes to lead to the right because Exit 9 is approaching. I get to my destination in five minutes, but parking is nowhere in sight, so I drive around toward 40th street.

It’s all good though, I could use the walk. On the way there, I consider texting Clare, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Work has been keeping me busy, I know she would be outside counting the minutes until I arrive. I missed her just as much I hoped she missed me. I love her to death, and while I have loved in the past, she feels like the one.

As I stand out front of Starbucks, the reflection of my nerves looks back. Today is the day I make that life changing move. I gather my thoughts, having prepped for the words to impress Clare. I even looked up some context from her favorite books to add to my proposal. I straighten my tie and tighten my suit jacket. It’s a little chilly but expected as it is September. I look at the time on my watch. It’s 8:00p.m. The 42nd streetlights shine around me as I spin for affect. I pause at its beauty, the movie theater sign, McDonald’s huge display, and the Hello Kitty store. This is our memorabilia, and this is the perfect night for her to say yes.

We had plenty date nights at this Starbucks location, 6 years ago we made it our permanent territory. Every year we frequent here, the minute we walk in the employees know our orders. This strip is legendary, even over on 7th avenue, visiting Hershey store and M&M’s store as if we are tourists and not residents, constantly giggling and pointing at things we always see. Clare gets me every time because I tend to end up buying her all the things she asks for, from candy, mugs, chocolate, to sweatshirts. She owns all the M&M’s sweatshirt colors, in which they should give her a gig to advertise. She just had to “get one in every color.” I have a feeling she would wear one tonight because they are her “go to.”

I regain my confidence, turning back to the store, reminding myself that I put in enough effort to get this far. An eager customer brushes past me and he says, “Stop staring and push on! You look great by the way.” His voice was raspy and young. I turn to him as he walks through the doors. He’s right. I peek inside to find my love. Clare’s in the corner, engrossed in her book, “The Kat Trap” by Cairo. She was always into those erotica books. I take a deep breath, hoping tonight will go as planned.

She is wearing the yellow M&M‘s sweatshirt with gray leggings and her tan UGG boots. I wanted to match her style, but work took over and I chose to come straight here. Her hair is in a long ponytail with her bangs slightly above her glasses. She flips the page as she sips her iced medium vanilla soy with whip cream latte. With Clare working in Barnes and Noble as the Head Cashier, she taught me a thing or two about drink labels as she also helps in the café. I take a few steps back, as I ponder entering the coffee shop. My palms are sweaty, and my heart is beating rapidly.

I take the ring out my pocket and admire it. It’s a nice 5 carat rose gold ring that her mother helped me pick out. WOW. She’s going to love this! Can’t wait to make her the Mrs. Miller. I kiss the box and put it away, ready to face Clare. I’m sure she is thinking about what’s taking me so long.

The smell of coffee beans is in the air and it’s welcoming. I hear a barista shout, “Clare! Iced medium Caramel Frappuccino and Coffee cake.”

I see she ordered my usual. Always on point with the details.

“Hey Babe,” I said as I placed a kiss upon her vanilla latte lips. She smiles quickly after.

“Hey hun,” Clare looks at me with a smirk. I can tell her mind is going.

“Everything alright?” I ask and take a sip of my frap.

“Yes…” she hesitates and stares at me.

“Tell me how was your day?” I start off the conversation.

“It was good. Work was hectic as usual. But I sold the most memberships for the month. How about you?” She said as her eyes wander around the room.

Why is she so distracted? She is usually more focused than I am.

“Oh it was cool. Had to help the boss with his computer and installed new ones around the office. You know, the usual. I got dragged around the office and did some trips around the city. I think I might be getting promoted,” I said as I notice a young couple sit beside us, laughing and gazing at each other. The guy wipes the girls crumbs off her mouth with a napkin.

“Mmhmm, good to hear love,” she says but not with enough excitement for my liking. I reach in to kiss Clare. A sweet, subtle kiss.

She reaches for my hands. “You see this couple? That was really sweet. Must be nice to have someone do something nice for you just cause.”

Clare takes a deep breath. Her thoughts take over.“I wish you look at me that way. You don’t even clean my face like our neighbor here did to his woman. The only time you admire me is inside the house. Why can’t I feel cute and appreciated more…?”

I am baffled. What is she trying to say?! “Clare…what’s s going on? I see you are fallinginto a mind trap. Just what exactly are you getting at?” There’s a pique in my voice. The lovely couple sneaks a glance at me.

“Sit down. Please Clare.” I reach out for her hand.

She snatches her hand back, obliged and rolled her eyes. “What could you possibly say to me Jackson to fix things?”

“Oh, please Clare! Don’t act like you haven’t been all cooped up at work, always picking up hours. You only come to my house when you feel it’s necessary for you.”

“So, you telling me I don’t come to cuddle you at your convenience?! Don’t play with me Jackson. I’m basically there every damn day and when I can’t be there it is because of our work schedules. How dare you sit here and fix your mouth to say when it’s necessary for me! How about when it is necessary for you!” Clare pushes her seat back.

“Clare. Clare. Clare. You know how important my work is. I’m sorry my job is currently a priority.”

“And I’m not?!”

“I didn’t say that babe. Relax. Let’s take a breath.” I didn’t know Clare felt this way. Had I been out of touch this whole time?

I can tell she is holding back tears.

“Jackson. I love you. I can’t believe… I come… second to a phone, second to work, second to your mother, second to everything in your life—”

I interrupt. “Clare. Just don’t do this please. I love you. Not here.” My eyes start to water.

“Jackson, you just don’t understand!” she says. She buries her face in her hands as her shoulders shake.

I try to grab her hand, but she pulls away. “Baby, help me understand, please…I have something to say to you…”

“I’m sick of it!” she said blinking away tears and ruining her mascara. She grabbed her coffee, and I knew exactly what is coming next.

Everything happens quickly, I could see every muscle on her face used to look at me both angry and jealous. Her eyes wet like glass as the mascara runs down her cheeks. She throws the last of her drink on me. Caught up, I toss the ring on the table, bawling, and storm out before I am the one that gets escorted out.


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Shade is a Mom!

Sorry for the disappearance since March. I was pregnant and hormonal and going through ups and downs with my bf…

I had a high risk pregnancy until about 30 weeks and let me say that I worried about everythaaannngggg!!

When I didn’t feel the same movements from baby as usual I went to the hospital a week before my scheduled c-section. He was fine and I was actually contracting without knowing or feeling it!

Now I may or may not have mentioned it, but I had a daughter born 22 weeks Sept 4th 2017 and she passed Sept 11th 2017….emergency c section.

I had major baby fever after and wanted a baby to hold so I wanted to try again and that I did!

My handsome baby boy was born June 21st at 4:33pm. So precious ❤ (Pics maybe laterrr)

He is 4 months now and a mommy’s boy!!! I LOOOVVVEEEE IT!!! It’s part from breastfeeding, part from holding him all the time which is why he is all up on mommy! Hehe

The best times are the snuggles! We started with tummy cuddles and now we co-sleep. I missed placing him on my tummy and falling asleep like that at 1st but now co-sleeping is easier!

Dad works and hardly participated but it wasn’t until recently that I make him little by little by going to the store and getting my hair done. BUT he works so I accept it as Im not working right now.

Dad has finally bonded and now our son loves him and cries for him sometimes (but loves me more)

Our relationship has gotten better. We don’t argue, we are understanding each other. I didn’t have much of a sex drive at 1st. I was allll baby & I’m sure my mothers out there can relate. Now it is creepin back slowly and YES I’M ON BIRTH CONTROL! Noneed for another too soon and I like having my body back (just not the boobs, those are his) Everything is falling into place. Maybe it’s the baby 😁.

His name is Junior *nickname* (He’s named after his father)

I am also taking 1 online class at a time at Southern New Hampshire University!! Master’s in English Creative Writing! (I’ll discuss in New Post)

I miss my bloggers soooo much! I’ll try to be more active now that I have energy :P.

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Is This the Toughest Season?!

Why is it that when tax season comes around, it seems a bit stressful?


Especially when your mind is as crowded or clouded I should say as mine!

I swear I am only 27 yrs old and I experienced enough stress to last me to 80!!!

My brain is constantly frazzled and fried and I can’t remember daily tasks!

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I can’t seem to remember if I kept my w2 from last year or chucked it in spirit of I didn’t need it anymore!

We moved in Nov so I was cleaning all my old paperwork before we moved….

Apart of me feels like I chucked it (and regrets it currently)

and then I also feel like I hid it.

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Are You Too Good To Be Mentioned?!

Who gave men the disciplinal right to try to demand certain things from women???

From “curfews” to budgeting (but you can’t tell them to budget their own money oh no), to cooking & cleaning to many more but my most recent fav….

Telling you NOT to blog about them!!!

Especially when they don’t even READ your blog!!


About a month ago I subbed this gov lady in my post cuz her man was pretending to be my man and she “so called researched” and found my blog as a connection to him. Hmm how? If his name isn’t tagged in my posts and the only way you do that is if you have his first and last name which you must have got from ya fake lyin’ ass man and searched fb to get to me as well…… My man found out cuz it was his best friend’s brother…his bestie was talkin’ so much shit about my blog and his ass don’t read it either!

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Challenge Yourself 2018! New Twitter Page!

Idk about anyone else buuuuttttt

I am taking on new challenges for myself this year.

I am going to write my book. So I can call it accomplished and love it when it’s printed!

My goal for THIS WEEK though ….

Is to create Shade But No Shade’s twitter page!!!



I don’t know why I didn’t create this sooner! I kept thinking about it and forgetting about it all at the same time!

Plus it’s going to be a lot of work simply because I am starting from 2015 posts!!!!

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Get It Girl! Miss PA USA Pageant of 2018!! 

*Updated* Pageant was for 2018! 

The hair. The makeup. The dress. The shoes.
Have you ever wondered if this feels like being crowned prom queen?

Does dress up feel like graduation or better?

I had the luxury of knowing a beautiful contestant of this year’s pageant contest!

She’s been my friend since High school. Can you believe it?! That’s about 15 years if we met Freshman year…can’t really remember lol

She’s also an owner of her very own Notary Public! *Applause* and Attends University of Pittsburgh! She’s doing big things!

I’ve been watching her journey and she’s been so dedicated, it’s a shame she didn’t win!

Does society already know what type of girl they want?

Perhaps so. But let’s not get into politics……

I had the pleasure in asking Ms. Kesselyne Occena a couple of questions, just so you gals and guys can understand the inside scoop of what it’s like being a pageant girl.

Here are the Qs I asked Kesselyne about the pageant:
1. What inspired you to be a contestant ?

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Ayyeee *Dabs* It’s My Blogiversary!


Sooooooo silly me! I have been going through some serious life changes and been too tired to blog.

Until I decided to stop being lazy today!!!

And it just so happens to be my blogiversary!!

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(Thank you giphy)

I started this blog in 2015 so it can motivate me to stay active in my writing and get back into writing these books I keep claiming I am working on, yet I don’t have the time because work or some other life event I feel gets in my way.

Over time I have made such beautiful friends and read some amazing blogs!

I have lost touch with a lot of my favorite blogs because I have been so busy with life! Ugh! I made a promise to myself to get back into gear and catch up with my reader on WP of those that I adore and NEW followers as well!


I LOVE writing! It is apart of me. Always has been from when I was a kid.

Now, I will give credit for this post to my girl …

Authenticitee Speaks

for her blogiversary post!! Here is her post- “On My Word* Celebrating 3 Years of Blogging” Her post made me think about how I NEVER wrote a celebratory post of my own!

She is one of my FAV bloggers! Not only does she keep it real, especially about her love for her family but her poems are so dope! Check my girl out! 😉

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If You Want Certain Privileges…..Where The Ring At?!!

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When is there a time to be home when u ARE NOT MARRIED?



Men seem to always want to tell women when to be home and when to do other things BUT when it comes to them, they want freedom to do as they please?!!


For those that don’t know the abbreviation, it’s Get The Fuck Outta Here!

They call being home at 11pm a safety reason.


So then you should be home too.

When I used to go out with my friends I would come home at 1am from the bars.

I was never too drunk to get home.

But back to the matter at hand…..

Where’s my ring?

2nd man that wants marriage privileges but no ring.

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