The Recap

(Looking at the open door, she knows he wants her. She thinks about attacking him this time but she knows it is wrong for so many reasons. Still, she can't help herself and slowly walks through the door and down the stairs. The room is white and dingy and it is the laundry room.)

Melissa: What are you doing down here? (she is very nervous and excited)
Eric: Nothing, I am just organizing and washing clothes. (He looks at her then back at his work, then locks eyes with her. He is afraid of what she is after.) It looks better right?
Melissa: (She looks around not caring about what he is saying, but trying to sound interested.) Yeah it looks great. Can I help you with anything?
Eric: No, I got it. Thanks.
Melissa: Let me help you. (She walks over to the dryer and starts to fold his clothes)
Eric: Stop it! (he grabs her hand softly) I got it!
Melissa: (She turns around slowly and stares at him. She drops the towel she is holding and grabs his face and kisses him) I am sorry. I can't help myself. I love you.
Eric: (he doesn't pull away from her kiss until he realizes his fangs have dispersed.) You know why we can't! I am sorry. I can't do this again.
Melissa: I don't care what you are. Can't you realize i love you. And you love me. Can't you admit it. You wouldn't have risked kissing me if you didn't love me.
Eric: That was over a year ago. You have to move on. I don't know what else to say.
Melissa: You broke my heart Eric. I knew what you were and I knew that our kinds never mixed, but you mixed it. The day you kissed me you changed my life and my thinking. Why can't we be together, WHY!
Eric: I am sorry, but we just can't. My family would disown me. You are my friend and that is all it could ever be.
Melissa: Are you sure? Because you weren't when you grabbed me and kissed me and didn't stop when over and over again I asked you to. I knew you would hurt me. You are so selfish sometimes! (Melissa goes to walk out but he grabs her arm and pulls her back.)
Eric: Do you know what you are asking me?
Melissa: Yes! But I don't care. You already stole my soul. (Melissa is holding back tears, breathing heavy and staring into his eyes.)
Eric: (He is still holding her arm and he kisses her passionately. He lifts her to sit on the washing machine and she wraps her legs around his waste. Things are heating up when he picks up his head from her lips) Are you sure?
Melissa: (Without hesitation) Yes! (and she pulls back her hair and gives him her neck. He bites her ans she moans)
End Scene
Eric:

Honey Suckles

Sweet memories of childhood
Arouse my senses
A time to pick, and pull
And suck!

Stick out my tongue
Hoping to taste your sweet sugar,
Hoping I did it right.

I pass by you now
You still smell so sweet.
Do I touch you now?
Would it be wrong?
No!

I will pick you off of your
everflowing bush
And i will stick out my tongue
Lick your pistil
And wait for your honey.

The Willow Tree

The shadow,
I am surrounded by your beauty.
Your leaves fall down
enclosing me in your dreamy land,

I dream here,
I cry here,
I think here,
I love here.

Someone has sat here before.
There is litter where I sit;
But I am afraid.
Afraid to touch your disease,
Afraid to get dirty.

This is where I dream,
Where I cry,
Where I think,
Where I love,
Where I run and hide.

How can life be so cruel,
Unfair,
Contaminating your space,
Ruining my peace.
Yet as dirty as your spot becomes,
I sit here...

Dreaming I could dream when I leave
Crying that I must leave,
Thinking, How can I fix this?
Loving every moment I have to spend with you.
Wanting to run back to you and hide in your beauty.

Mom

Mom

How can I thank you
For all you do?

Years weren’t easy,
You tried to please me,

I was a punk
But I grew outta that funk:)

Now I am older,
I still need your shoulder,

You give it free
You don’t judge me

Advice so wise
Never disguised

Honesty I can trust
Even about lust:)

Thanks for your ear
Thanks for your tear

What you said tonight
Made me feel right,

You said it was great
Now I write for you late!

Thanks, that means so much,
My heart, you touch,

My soul is glistening
Because you were listening,

I can go so far
Be a star

Because of your true words
I’ll fly like a bird

Thanks for what you do
Thanks ma, I love you!

Dedicated to my mother who gave me a great compliment tonight! This one is for you. Happy Mother’s Day.
By Nicole Serra-Gonzalez

The Cigarette

Ouch!
You have burned me for the last time.
You have poisoned my entire body;
My soul is blackened by your tarnish,
From the first time you kissed my lips.
You sucked the life from my mouth.
My fingertips are stained from grabbing
Your firm figure
You have polluted even my touch.
I yearn for another taste,
To feel the burn in my lungs.
Your smell overwhelms me,
Can I reach out and have you?
I know it is wrong. But…
Your addiction is powerful.
Irresistible
I think about having you
In the morning,
In the afternoon,
At night,
In bed,
I dream of you.
When I am happy or sad,
I desire the
Puff…puff…puff
Why do I want to quit?
That’s right,
For my life,
My kids,
Me.
I am in control of me,
Right?
Puff…Puff…Puff

Self Control

When you pass near me,
The cells in my body morph,
They become flying torpedoes
Seeking the heat
From your inner most being

It is an attraction that won’t die
Lust from every aching part of my being
Self and Soul combined
Yearning to be held once again

Lips pressed firm against mine
Arms enveloping me and
Freedom is denied by the power of
Your lust
And freedom is not sought
For you complete me.

Orgasmic sensations within my loins
Caused by your strength
The memories;
Intercourse isn’t even necessary
My lips quiver at mere thought

How do I survive such passion?
Where do I find self control
In a room full of people
Within my heart
There is the memory to sustain me
Until we kiss again.

By Nicole Serra-Gonzalez

My Best Writing

I write best when I am free.
There are two places for this, you see
In the shower or in the car
I'm free to think and dream afar
Of love and lust, of happy and sad
Of anger and joy, of life that's dead.

I'm Sorry I can't Look in Your Eyes - 2 versions

I’m Sorry I Can’t Look In Your Eyes
By Nicole Serra-Gonzalez

I’m sorry I can’t look in your eyes
But it’s like looking at the sun
It’s easier to stare directly at the sun
Though my eyes would blind
It hurts more when my heart melts.

I’m sorry i can’t look your eyes
But i become a slave
To my desires
And i can’t lose control
But i do

I’m sorry i can’t look in your eyes
You use your eyes as mind control
I hear them scream:
TOUCH ME!
KISS ME!
KEEP ME!
YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME!

I’m sorry i can’t look in your eyes
But i can’t survive if i hear your words
I can’t live without my heart
And i must not lose control
I have to think clearly
And I can’t if i look in your eyes.

REVISION


I’m sorry I can’t look into your eyes
It’s more painful than gazing at the fiery sun
It’s easier to stare directly at the sun,
blinding my eyes, scorching my corneas
Your eyes melt my heart with unbearable pain.

I’m sorry I can’t look in your eyes
But weakness falls upon me,
I can’t break free from your chains of slavery
All control is lost
So I look away, praying to regain freedom

I’m sorry I can’t look in your eyes
But my ears hurt from the volume of your eyes
That scream:
TOUCH ME!
KISS ME!
KEEP ME!
YOU WERE MEANT FOR ME!

I’m sorry I can’t look in your eyes.

Down Low

The high road
brought me down low
beneath hell that awaits my soul

Heaven will save me,
but that could take too long
My body is already engulfed in flames

When did I fall to the dark side?
I try to hold tight to the light
But wonder, "do I want to?"

It is a faulty vision,
Right verses Wrong,
Love created from hate.

Clarity is a figment of my imagination,
my desire
my dream

There is a fog of uncertainty
overwhelming my mind,
But my heart doesn't care.

The blood drizzles from my heart
Like a leaky faucet,
Enough to keep me up at night

Why?
Why? Why? Why?
Never an answer.