romance

 She is my beginning.
She is my end.
The missing piece.
My Whole.

I give my body.
I give my soul.
She makes me breathe.
She makes me feel human.

She is my confidant.
She is my passion.
My elation.
My muse.

She is my hope.
My only dream.
My true belief.

She encompasses all.
My best friend.
My lover.
My possessor.

She is my equal.
She is my better in ways easy to fathom.
My antithesis.
My first and last kiss.
My all.

She is everything and more.
Every cloud, each drop of rain, ray of sunshine and glow of moonlight.
All are tinged with her.
And all products of Heaven.

She is my angel with blonde tresses
She is my sweetest caress.
But above all this, she is my one true love.

Written by SonofHowarth
© SonofHowarth 2010 All Rights Reserved.
(From the collection “Sunshine Smiles”)

I'm lonely for your thoughts and what we could have been
your eyes they haunt me  
your eyes they haunt me  
i can't catch my breath  
i can't catch your trail  
dragging these feelings  
i walk through hell  
 
so build me a faulty parachute  
and throw me from your plane  
drown me in your big blue eyes  
bury me under grey skies  
 
my judgement's clouded  
my thoughts aren't stright  
but i need you  
if it's not too late  
 
print me up a pretty flower  
tore through skin and bone  
stabbing at the truth for hours  
tear me from my broken throne  
 
you bleed me empty  
that's how i know you love

I go the extra mile to show that i care.

Sometimes i feel that the love from THE opposite side goes bare.

When problems arose like grass when there is rain.

I keep walking forward, because i don't want to go through the problems in my past again.

I'm steady going through the absent of my heart, because two months ago the love i thought that i had was torn apart.

The shameful of the broken promises eats me up til the point i just want to give up.

But seeing her standing there hopeful and hungry for my love makes me wanna take it all in and man up.

I'm hungry for her love, I'm thirsty for her attention and I'm greedy for the TLC. At times when she dedicate her time with someone else, I just fall back and see is this where she want to be.

All the females that was in the past and present turned their backs on the one that was going to stay no matter how many times the person screw up.

Lately i noticed that i don't never get the satisfaction and the full TLC as i should.

Its not about sex, but to me LOVE is like sex, because we are connecting our emotions, mentality and we show each other that we love one another.

People can have sex all day long, plus say that i love you, BUT if they don't connect in all levels its just a friend with sexual benefits.

I go a hundred miles a day for her, every time i search, i look for her love.

Every time i walk up i look for her touch or a hug with the softest kiss from her lips.

Every time i go somewhere for a purchase, i always think about her and what will she like.

I rather deal with the bad and the good of a person, love a female unconditionally, get to know everything about her rather than smash and pass, I'm in love with her so I'm going to make it last.

I write her name in the sky so i can let God know who i love.

When my back was turned i was crossed up, but i looked at how much i was needed, so i stayed.

I love her to the point that I will forgive her wondering soul and heart.

I love her heart, i am thirsty to be apart of it.

I'm greedy for her soul, I'm clingy to her body, I'm there for her needs and wants.  

When i look at her FACE, she Deserve the truth like any other human being, but SOME love the lie hide and run from the truth.

I always tried to do something amazing for her so she can always enjoy me and never get bored of me.

I want my love and the sound of my voice WAKE her up from bad dreams and doing terrible things.

I want her lips to be on mines every day like it should, because she is apart of me

I give her my everything until i don't have nothing left.

I see when she is trying, but friends crisis always gets in the way.

I want more love from her, but she stopped by WHAT she done and what HAD occurred.

I CRY so when I'm all over her and she is not all over me.

To BE honest i don't know when she is going to give me her love, BUT MY heart is giving out.

I just need her to show it all.

 I was young.
You were older.
By
One
Day.


It started out cloudy.
The weather.
Your mood.
And our relationship.

I was laughing.
You were crying.

He'd left you.

And it was starting to rain.

I offered my umbrella.

You were angry that I had laughed.
And walked on, as the rain started to fall.

Gently at first.
As was my apology.
I held it over your head.

You glared and said, "Why?"

That I'd laughed?
Or that he'd left?

The answer was nearly the same.

You view the world, thorough pink tinted glasses.
To you the world was a fiesta of love shaded in pink.

He couldn't stand your pink view of the world.
Your pink definition of love.

As the rain tamed, the sun emerged, a rainbow framed the sky.
And your tears dried.

I saw the gentleness, the softness.
behind the pinkness, that drove him away.
And my laughter was at his loss.

At you, I would never laugh.
With you, I hoped to share many laughs.
And hugs.
And kisses,
And silent glances.
And intimate moments.
And life.

It was your view of the world,
though pink tinted glasses
that drew me to you.

You came to call me your "younger" man.

And I called you my "ol' lady" in turn.

So, dearest,
That's how it began,
under a rainbow filled sky.

I noticed.
As she sat.
Straddling me.
Her hair was still black.
Very black.
Mine had more than a little grey.

Even down there.
The grey showed.
Blended with the no longer.
Dark brown.

Mixed with her black.
Moistened, glistening, sparkling.
In the shaft of morning light.
That played across us.
As we moved, playing together.
Welcoming another day.

The light and shadows shifted.
As she moved up and then down.
As my hips rose to meet her.

Wetness that began as dampness.
Now beaded on hair.
And seemed ready to run.
Across my groin.
Down between my legs.
And pool on the sheets beneath my hips.

Her eyes saw my eyes.
And, knowing what I watched.
She slowed her movements.
So that I could watch her lips.
Hug my shaft as she rose.
Drawing me out of her.
And again watch.
As those lips disappeared.
Up into her.
Around my cock.
As she came down again.
As I rose into her.

Each time as she came down.
A small rivulet of moisture would be.
Caused to gather in amongst our combined.
Black, grey, and brown hair.
To be squeezed out by our groins.
Pressing against each other.
And flow past my balls to the sheets.

I watched the sweat that shimmered.
On her breasts.
A droplet gathered on her nipple.
Grew.
And dropped.
To land exactly on my navel.

I giggled.

She smiled.

Bent forward.

Kissed me.

Deeply.
Hungrily.

It was time.
We were both ready.

After 6000 plus mornings.
We knew each other.
And the signs.

In the depths of our kiss.
Her cunt tightened.
Her pelvic muscles.
Twitched.
Fluttered.
She squirmed.
Moaned.

And I forced up.
Into her.
My shuddering.
Orgasm.

From bending over to kiss.
She moved to laying.
On top of me.
Her head on my chest.
Her black hair flowing over us.

I felt the puddle of our love grow beneath my hips.
As we fell into a peacefulness.
Soon to be broken by the days actives.

Someone ask,
Do I miss you?
 
I didn’t,
Couldn’t,
Answer.
 
Tears in my soul,
Ripped from my heart,
Pooled in my eyes,
Trailed down my cheeks.
 
Bowed my head,
Remembering.
 
Sighing.
Almost.
Silently.
 
Turned.
Walked away.
 
Whispering,
To no one,
To myself,
To everyone.
 
More,
Than you will,
Ever,
Know.