Poet Introduction It is very appearant that I am not a true poet. But I just write what I feel. What bubbles up in the moment. Usually when I'm dealing with extreme emotions. It is such a great thing to release hard experiences. And I am so moved to share in others lives.
you came into my life unexpectedly to say the least quietly you admired from afar camouflaged by your youth hiding in the crowd of many
my pursuit of a life on the edge all that I knew I was so superficial I wanted no more than just that avoiding all who cut beneath my barriers I feasted on adrenaline and conquest with me being a woman our roles were reversed I sought only life in the moment while you held on for both of us
I'm drinking a glass of wine alone on the back deck. Being serenaded by God's creatures of the night. A heady scent of honeysuckle already in the air. The day of my birth on the horizon. My silly childlike heart looks forward to the day. Surrounded by my family, a day of fun awaits. But thinking about my parents is an arrow to the heart. For 48 years a call at exactly 8:20am to wish me happy birthday on the moment of birth. I've never been bothered by my age until this year. Will my Momma remember or will she ask "What's happening?" a score of times. My heart is broken by her childlike...
sometimes we find when not looking doing everyday life falling into the pattern of humdrum suddenly a refreshing wind blows beyond my body and throughout my entity
his passionate faith energizing as it plugs into mine revving my engine the torque devine wearing his hammer so sexy and fine quick whitted bringing giggles at times "sapio on crack" he is brilliant by design captivating my senses slowly, one at a time "tenderly ravaging" his contradictions bring sighs
I see him and he is hot I wonder if he can stress me with his game as I daydream of him my thoughts go on can he seduce my senses as he peruses my mind unassembling them to prolong my pleasure the first step complete as he has already intrigued my mind I want to deeply breathe in the cologne of his essence visibly delight my sweet tooth with the "eye candy" that he is I know I can't touch him and that is a little distressing in a good way oh how I hope he is versed in sexual banter, a master at sexual innuendo, a gentleman when...
he's so precious this gentle lover of mine a heart so big his love abounds filled with compassion for others yet he can't see how he is loved in return I think of him when I see something beautiful, or Italian so I'm laying down this ink hoping he will see how much he is adored