“I can type over 100 words per minute” she said, shifting in her chair. There is magic in her eyes, I thought. “I can file your papers, I'm good at short hand during business meetings.” Sparkling, dancing, teasing, tempting. Fascinating whirlpools, drawing me in. “And I can entertain you or clients when needed. I would take this job seriously, Greg”. I leaned back in my chair, unable to release my stare. I mumbled somethi...

Entrancing beauty! Champagne strands in the breeze, Flying, flitting, flirting. Such complicated, exciting delicacy! Your seductive fragrance bewitches With glorious intoxication! Your dance entices. Open your petals to me!

Without a word you open to me and enfold And I can do no other than merge with you And we become one as we hold So tightly that yes we are one not two; And I reach, reach so deeply inside. Your limbs, your mouth, your being Engulf me as again and again I slide Into your depths. We are fleeing To that glorious paradise, that warm sea Where the being that we are Deliciously drowns in our love’s ecstasy.

Is it in the morning that I love my love with the best love? I awake beside her feel her body’s warmth her beating heart.My first awareness of the day is of her. She is the beginning of another day of love. Or is it in the evening when I bask in the warmth of a whole day of her love, love that will sustain me through the night until my first awareness of the new day tomorrow?

Sleep, the kind healer of my soul, forgiver of the day’s defects, who banishes anxiety that stole my peace of mind, my hope, my self-respect; who brings oblivion to a troubled mind for welcome hours until a better dawn brings new perspectives, leaving fears behind, and darkness, real and feared are gone. Sleep is a lover who holds, caresses, cares, embracing joy or doubt, smiles or tears, who guards the loved one, protect...

She lies with me and we are still Yet in my mind, forever moving, images of her, so many fill my senses; exciting, soothing, and I forever see and smell and feel: her eyes, her hair, her skin, her smile and every place and time with her is real inside my memory. And all the while she lies asleep, not knowing that all the days and joys and pain and love and song are with me now, and now and always. No moment shared is ever...