Open Mic: Sheena Steward

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Ode to the One I Love | by Sheena Steward
It’s midnight, and I lie in bed awaiting your arrival. I girlishly blush when thoughts of our erotic moments strut through my mind. Nothing makes me feel the way you do, and the incoherent expression on my face is proof of our exhausting affair. A quick glimpse of light hits my face, and I know it’s finally you! Your words gently caress my body while the tone of your voice engulfs me, and I lose all self-control. My girlishly blush converts to passion, and I anticipate the events that are about to unfold.

When you speak to me I’m intoxicated by your deep content. My ears are a playground to your sentences, and the words bounce off my eardrums like a kid hyped up on chocolate. I love the way they sound, the way they make me feel, and how they set the mood. Forget candles, sweet smells, and sexy lighting. All I need is your sensual sounds in my ear stimulating my soul. The same soul that is automatically unlocked when the mood reaches an intensity level that is unbearable.

No sleazy inclinations are allowed within these four walls. There are only innocent actions that lead to us swimming in the timeless currents of pure bliss. Even on the nights when you tell me the same things over and over, I can’t help but fall madly in love with the truth within your spirit. There’s no touching. I just lie down with my eyes closed listening to the similes, metaphors, and onomatopoeia floating peacefully through the air. The way you describe love exalts it to a degree of sweet sensitivity. This quiet assertion only leaves me yearning for more. Along with my yearning comes bedtime. As the Sandman lightly sprinkles dust over my eyes, I faintly hear your voice drifting away into the darkness.

Morning arrives and you whisper sweet nothings in my ear to jump start my day. The thought of not having you around while I’m in class drives me insane. I constantly count down the seconds until our next blissful encounter. You are there on the car ride to work putting encouraging thoughts into my mind. Always there to tell me I’ll make it through the rest of the day and into the enchanting words of pleasure we’ll share later that night. Sometimes it’s difficult for me to tell others about the way you make me feel. It doesn’t matter whether they understand or not, because when I hear you the rest of the world disappears.

Later that night, I’m anticipating your voice and thought provoking words once again. The sensual hedonism never gets old to me. Although the lines you speak are the same as the previous night, I still find myself loving ever nanosecond. I continue to fall deeper and deeper in love with the thought of your thoughts. Love becomes me, and at this point I’m floating on cloud nine. Night in and night out you send me on a whirlwind adventure tailor-made for my desires.

Although your possess certain qualities of a person, deep down I know you will only be a part of my mind, body, and soul, but I’ll never have the pleasure of physically touching you. On this particular night the familiar light that lets me know you have arrived, is the same light that blinds me. I slowly pick up the remote, press the off button, and think about the exhilarating journey. As my eyes close, I think, “My Heart, My Soul, My Spirit, My Strength, and My Passion.”

My music.


What I Am | by Sheena Steward
What I Am
What I am
What I’m not
What I feel
What I think
Are all a part of the woman I strive to be
What I am is strong, assertive, aggressive, and opinionated
But I realize these characteristics sometimes leave me alienated
I love a challenge and I’m always up for the chase

So please tell me what I can’t do so I can throw it in your face
I have an ego that’s as big as the Pacific
I do many great things but I won’t bore you with the specifies
Because in my mind I’m in a hot air balloon rising to the top
And the people beneath me are scrambling to find a needle
Because they think it should be popped

What I am
What I’m not
What I feel
What I think
Are all a part of the woman I strive to be
What I’m not is weak, meek, or lack the ability to think
I’m not a domestic goddess
And lord knows I could be a bit more modest
I’m not without flaws
And on any given day you could be introduced to them all
I’m most definitely not submissive
Seriously, it’s 2009 must we still ask for permission

What I am
What I’m not
What I feel
What I think
Are all a part of the woman I strive to be
What I feel
Now that’s a weird one…
Mainly because my most treasured emotions are always concealed

I feel if you wear them on your sleeve
They are susceptible for a thief to retrieve
They should be handled like a precious token
And only inserted into the games that won’t leave you battered and broken
I do understand that in life you must take chances
So always carry extra tokens to pop in life’s jukebox for carefree dances

What I am
What I’m not
What I feel
What I think
Are all a part of the woman I strive to be
What I think…wait…

I need a moment of silence
I must do this in peace
Because I have a tendency to get a bit too deep
Which presents a wall that’s a little too steep for on lookers to take a peek
I think I’m ever changing and very aware
Although I must admit I’m not together but I’m definitely getting there
I think I shouldn’t think so much and just learn to go with the flow
Instead of planning my next chess move on how that rook in my way has to go
So before I devise an elaborate scheme to trap my opponent’s powerful queen
I must take deep breaths while viewing life’s beautiful scenes!

So now you know
What I am
What I’m not
What I feel
What I think and
The type of woman I strive to be
So my only advice is remember to stop, take a break, and just be free.