Gypsy Love Song

Wish you were here
In the Village Square.
Longing for your whispers,
Singing in my ears.

Hear the gypsy play his mandolin,
Watch the women dancing in circles.
Wishing your arms were around me,
And swinging us around the wide floor.

Wish you were here,
In the Village Square,
Longing for your kisses,
Beneath the shadow of the moon.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Copyright@2011LauraLynnPetersen

Siren

Lonely night on the sea,
Hear the mermaids singing.
Ever hopeful watching the ships,
Sailing on treacherous waters.

Longing for sailors of misfortune,
Gathering sea shells on the beach.
Lonely night on the sea,
Under the shadow of the moon.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Copyright@2011LauraLynnPetersen

Empty Heart

Empty Heart

I hear all the empty words,
As the moon moves far far away.
Promises made, promises broke,
Shatter beneath the night's shadow.

Glistening like the red sands on the beach,
Moving like castles and dreams washed ashore.
The times they are a changin'
I no longer hear your voice calling.


Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Copyright@2011LauraLynnPetersen

Broken Diamonds

Broken Diamonds


I was quietly standing there,
listening to the guitar play.
When I noticed broken diamonds,
laying on the hard wood floor.

When the wind came in the room,
Like the whisper of a soft caress.
We met many years ago,
In a small tavern in Mexico.

You stood over by the swinging doors,
Wearing leather chaps and long black coat.
The smell of flowers drifted across the room,
I turned to see you watching me closely there.

While I put my hand on the counter,
The poetry washed through my soul.
We met many years ago,
In a small tavern in Mexico.

Now, I stood watching you smile,
The wind flowing through your black hair.
It gave me shivers up my spine,
To think you offered me diamonds.

Now, With dark eyes of fire,
You stand by the open window.
I notice that your deep eyes,
Speak to me of hidden desires.

You walked across the room,
Long black coat flowing behind you.
With the wind flowing in the air,
Everything turns into broken diamonds.

How we danced under the violet moon,
While I looked in your rainbow eyes.
Maybe it was written in the stars,
We'd meet under this violet moon.

now, I think back about the time,
When we danced across the floor.
I hear the twang of the strings,
As they play one last song for us.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Copyright@2011LauraLynnPetersen

Roses Are Red

Roses are Red



It was upon a gray windy day,
When Venus fair her beams did display.
In a fresh ocean from all people's view,
She bathed her breasts, the boiling heat followed.

She bathed with some roses so red, and violets blue,
And all the sweetest flowers, that in the garden grew.
It was when the sunshine, far from the heat flowed,
And all the sweetness of the fragrance of pansies bowed.

Monday, October 3, 2011
Copyright@2011LauraLynnPetersen

Carmilla's Kiss

CARMILLA'S KISS

Laura Westmoreland is a quiet, beautiful young girl whose safe world is turned upside down when she's drawn to the vampire of our story, Carmilla, an immortal vampire whose dangerous 'thirst' is both frightening and fascinating. They become close friends and lovers.

By Laura Lynn Petersen



GRATZ, STYRIA 1872


Laura could feel the heavy sheets on the bed move and slide away from her body. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath them, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the whisper of her name. She looked up, surprised. A very beautiful young lady in a silk dressing gown smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the drapes.

"Who are you?" Laura murmured with a slight tremulous smile, as the girl turned and slipped her hands beneath the heavy quilt blankets.

Her heart hammering, Laura scrambled to cover herself up. She was so shaken she nearly tumbled off the bed, but the stranger reached out to steady her, her warm touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.

"Laura, come to me."

Like her clothing, her voice was soft and rich. The moonlight fell gently on her almost like an aura, very appropriate for a ethereal angel, Laura thought as she pushed away some messy strands of blonde hair from her face.

"Who are you?" she asked after a few speechless moments, one hand covering her chest to calm herself. "What do you want?"

"Laura, come with me." she chastised lightly. "Come away with me."

Laura thought to herself, "I must be dreaming."

She hugged the thick blankets to herself, flushing under her piercing dark gaze. Why am I afraid like this?

"I didn't even know you were there. Where did you come from?"

She always kept an eye out for strangers breaking in.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, Laura." She smiled, white sharp teeth reflecting brightly and her soft shoulders casting a shadow over Laura. "But you must come with me, now."

There was nothing in her looks to make her so afraid as she was at the moment.

"Laura." The word sounded unfamiliar coming from her lips. She had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren't her first language, although Laura couldn't identify the strange accent. She tried to smile at her charming speech, "Do I know you?"

She just smiled again and she was lost in her gaze. And for a second she thought for certain the the girl would argue, But I do know you.

Laura stared out the window at the stars for a moment when the woman's low voice interrupted her thoughts. “Laura, you’ve got to come with me.”

She whipped her head around and saw the girl climbing up with practiced ease onto the bed to join her. The other girl continued, “Laura, let me hold you."

Laura thought, what's gotten into me? I’ve never been so taken with anyone.


The older girl spoke out the words with love. “You are mine and shall be mine forever."


She could feel the room wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of pulling the blankets over her head, she felt the soft touch of fingers on her face. She looked up surprised , as the girl gently pulled back the heavy blankets, and crawled in beside her.

"Let me kiss and hold you," she murmured with a slightly strange smile, and with a quick movement was upon her like a panther.

She turned towards the younger girl, and smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her breast as she pulled back the covers.

Laura tried to speak but no sound came out of her mouth. All she could see was two red eyes looking back at her. She tried to scream, but her throat was tremulous.

She felt the caress as if from soft, warm fingers, moving along her face and throat. It stopped there caressing tenderly then it moved slowly down toward her breasts. There the caress seemed to fix itself. Suddenly she felt, dart an inch or two apart, the stinging of two large, sharp-like needles go deep into her breast. The pain hit her hard and she tried to cry out but couldn't speak.

She felt as if she was moving in a very cold stream like water. A shudder went up and down her body like rivers of cold ice. She tried to look at the girl laying across her but couldn't seem to focus her eyes on anything but the two red eyes watching her intently.

She felt a rush of warmth going down her body, which seemed to flower into pleasurable pain. She again tried to cry out but couldn't say anything.


Laura lay awake long into the night, falling finally into a restless, dream-haunted sleep about the lady where each ray of light coming through the windows was first her touch, then a brand of fire, alternately pleasure and pain. She woke up, sweating and chilled, wondering where the young lady had gone.

"I must have been dreaming." She thought to herself. The memory of her face faded, and she tried to wake up.

"Laura, come to me." Gentle as the brush of a shadow, she lovingly stroked her cheek, kissed her, and then vanished into the night, leaving her alone.

She thought back to when she was only six years old. That was when the first dream had started. She hadn't had the dream for many years. Why now? What happened to make them suddenly return? She was now almost nineteen years old.


My books:


Carmilla's Kiss
Carmilla's Heart,
Carmilla, A Kiss Before Dying,
Carmilla, Crimson Night,
Carmilla, Whisper From The Grave
Carmilla, Blood and Roses


will be published sometime this year-2012

Careless Whisper

Careless Whisper

by Laura Lynn Petersen


In the 19th-century England, two women join forces against a ruthless man who is stealing from peasants.


Stirling Windquest stopped in front of the wooden sign just outside the town of Pennington. She had traveled all the way from Montana to find a place to settle down. She had heard stories from all over Montana about the pretty women living here.

Stirling lifted up her cowboy hat, wiping the sweat from her brow. She was only eighteen years old, and had been living on her own since she was sixteen. Her parents Johnathan and Cynthia Windquest had died in a wagon accident back in Montana. They had left her a small acre of land, with a dozen horses and pigs, plus chickens. Stirling had sold the land, and brought the horse she was now riding. Blue Blazes was her horses name, given by her when she was just a little girl. She was a striking woman about five foot seven, with light brown eyes, and thick dark hair.

Stirling shifted uncomfortably in her saddle. She'd been riding for almost a week now, and was getting tired. It was around four in the afternoon, and the sun was still shining brightly across the deserted plains of Penington, Missouri.

Stirling lifted up her arm, sniffing herself. "God! I stink! I need to find a lake and take a bath." she said with a frown. She looked at the long line of trees on each side of the road, and decided to see what was on the other side.

"Come Blue Blazes, let's see what's on the other side of those trees," She said, holding the reins in her hands.


Laura walked outside to see what the noise was, and stopped to survey her ranch The grey clouds were moving over head. It looked like it might rain this afternoon. She went down to the front of the white picket fence, and looked down the road. There was nothing in site to explain the noise she'd heard a few minutes ago.

Laura went back to the steps, and looked up at the dark sky. "Yes! It's going to rain alright,"she said. "I better shut all the windows."

She went back in the house. Her parents Richard and Mary Lair had been killed in a robbery last year. They had left the ranch to Laura, and the six horses sitting out in back of the house.

Laura was eighteen years old, and had blonde hair and dark blue eyes. She stood about five foot six and a half in her sticking feet.

Laura's girlfriend Jenny Reynolds had been killed in a wagon accident two years ago. She gave a big sigh, looking down at the ground. She sure missed Jenny, and wished another beautiful woman would come into her life. There was lots of young girls in Penington, but they were married or weren't interested in her.

Laura went into the house, closing the door behind her. She walked over to the front windows, closing them. Then, she went upstairs to shut the windows in the bedroom. The house had been built in 1878 by a man named Robert Stonehurst. Her parents had moved here from Missouri, and purchased the old ranch about ten years ago.

Laura sat on the edge of the bed, removing her black boots, rubbing her sore feet. She'd been working all morning, feeding the horses, chickens, and pigs in the back of the ranch.

Laura heard the noise again. She stood up, looking out the window. It was starting to get dark and she couldn't see anything.

"I wonder where that noise is coming from?" Laura said worriedly.



Stirling swam across the lake, laughing, and splashing in the cold water. She loved swimming in the lakes back home. This one wasn't very large, but suited her just fine.

Stirling swam to the edge of the lake, and got out of the water. She walked across the grass, picking up her clothes as she went along. It was getting late, and she knew it was time to find a place to rest for the night.
Stirling pulled on her white blouse, and climbed into her black pants. She put on her dark brown boots, and ran her fingers through her thick dark hair.

"Blue Blazes, we must find a place to rest," Stirling said, patting the horse on the head. She shivered, feeling the cold air.

Stirling put her towel in the bag, and got on her horse. She went along the lake, surveying the large trees around them. She loved the smell of the damp grass, and flowers floating in the air.