Checking messages on her phoneWhen she senses him sneaks up behind herWrapping his arms around her pulling her closeShe turns in his arms wrapping hers around himBefore kissing his cheek.He leans down kissing her lipsAs it deepens they remove each other’s clothesTossing it on the floor.Once naked, he pulls her onto his lapAnd she hears him whisper, “My Girl.”And this makes her heart soar.She looks in his eyesAs they explo...
Not realizing how late it was she starts walking,Heading anywhereJust needing time to thinkAnd maybe, make a decision.The winter sun dips behind the treesAnd the darkness sets inHer footsteps echoing against the groundSilence…She shivers, nervousNot just about her surroundingsBut at the self-doubt, she’s feelingShe’s scared and no one’s thereAll caught up in their own troublesShe feels like she’s losingEverythingEverybod...
We grew up togetherthough we were miles apart.But even with that separationwe were in each other’s heart.Those tender teenage yearsthat included so many questions.We were only sixteen after all,and not given to know discretion.Our lives were never perfect;We both had our own faults.Still, we saw something in each other we needed.We wanted to learn the steps needed for this delicate waltz.We were nineteen now.We’d met a fe...
I fall for you a little bit more with every kisswith every wordBut in that lies my greatest fearI love the look of your smileand the gentle way your lips brush against mine to say Good morning or Good nightThe way you look at me making me smile wide and causing my eyes to shine Oh so bright...But still I question why me and not her because to meI'm not so special.But here we are standing together, side by side saying we l...
He was everything she wantedKind,ThoughtfulPassionate and made her feel safe!But why did people question this,Was it because they believedshe deserved more than he offered?To be a prioritya one on one instead of a second choiceor fill in for someone else!Maybe they believe,she deserves a personwho with each and every actionmakes her feel specialproving how important she iswhilst continuously melting her heart!
I don’t know what has changedBut something hasIn the past few weeks,Because you promisedYou would always be thereBut when that was testedYou were nowhere to be seen. So now my heartWhich was so full of love,Is doubtful and unsureAs many questionsAre left unansweredLeaving me wonderingExactly where I belong?
CHAPTER 23: I was literally shaking. I was terrified. The man strode in major concern in his look. “Jim, the nurse told me. Have you heard anything else?” said my ex-best friend.“No, no, not yet... Rodney...” I started, but paused. I really just didn’t know what to say. I knew what I wanted to say but not how to express it. I just started bawling like a baby.“Rod, she can’t die she just can’t. I mean she just can’t, Rodne...
CHAPTER 19: “I found out today that he’s dating Denise’s sister,” said Rodney. “Denise told me. Cross your fingers.”“Really! Thank God,” said Claire. “Oh and consider them crossed!”“Yes, for damn sure,” he said.“Serious?” she said.“Who knows? Probably too soon. But, Denise says that they went out four days in a row last week, so ...” he said, leaving his words hanging in the air.“Oh man, maybe we caught a lucky break. She...
You might be used to being asked.Or possibly,requests submitted like paperworkonto a cluttered desk.Never to be answered. Maybe lesser men don't care. You might be used to coddling.Holding patterns and Circular conversations that don't Accomplish anything meaningful. Maybe lesser men don't care. You're probably not used toBeing forced. Being broken.Being reshaped and moldedHeld, and beholdenTo this token rope that Signifi...
I miss you in the dead of nightthe soulmate that I'll never knowI miss you in the morning lightthe love that I can never showI've waited and I've stopped to looka secret, an unfinished booka whisper in somebody's earthe thought, the overwhelming fearwhat could have happened, why did you go?someday I would have loved you soIf I could, I'd make you warm,and simply hold your handbut sadly you were never born inconvenient and...
“Wow! You gotta read this, babe! It’s hilarious!” Amber called out to her boyfriend, Jason. “Can’t, the shootout is about to start,” Jason replied as he ran from the kitchen with a cold beer in hand from the refrigerator, back to the couch in Amber’s living room. “Stupid hockey,” Amber mumbled to herself, and called out to Jason, “Never mind then, sweetie!” Amber was in the process of writing an essay on human sexuality....
Somewhere, I lost itBut I’m glad it’s goneNo need to fretOver what I’ve done wrong There is a freedomWhen you don’t need to tryA certain freedomTo just say good-bye No effort neededNothing missedLight of heartContented to drift Fine if you’re hereBut not for too longFine if you’re goneI’ll just move on How did I get here?Not really sureWill this go on?Will my freedom endure? Are there othersWho feel this way?Nothing compe...
We circle likeWe’re packing heatSlow movement inThen quick retreatNot knowing if we need to drawWill there be peace or all out war? We forward feintUneasy laughThen back awayBut don’t relax I look at youYou look at meNot knowing what the other seesYou could be friendI could be foeContinuing our strange limboYet neither makes the choice to fleeAnd so we circle, endlessly.
I cannot bear to see youHurting in this wayCome here and let me comfort youAnd chase your fears away You must know I love youWhy do you doubt me so?I have been here by your sideWhen it matters most Don’t I show affection?Provide stability?Remember anniversaries?Furnish all your needs? The others? They mean nothingJust foolish wild oatsYou know I’m never gone for longI always come back home A fling and it’s all overYou’re...
Do we now knowWhen passion has passedAfter unwindingOur limbs’ tangled mass? Long after the lure of the wordsTo and froThe mental gymnasticsPropelling us prone After seeing the imageIn each other’s eyesThrough a mirror of fantasyStep into life What we’ve createdBy acting it outDo we want to move forwardNow that it’s now? What do we know, andWhat more is there?But harder to ask, perhaps:Do we care?
