He wants to save me  With his sweetness  Envelope me  In the warmth of his love  He sees a bird, rare  A broken wing  A hidden spirit  Lost  Caught in the fear  Of possible flight With his prayers  And the touch of his hands  An infusion of his spirit  The curve of his smile  The music in his voice  The feel of his heart  Beating next to mine  As he leads me in this dance  And I begin to depend on  The strength of his arm...

The rain pelted out an angry, broken rhythm against the roof of his car. It eerily echoed through the gloomy darkness that seemed to penetrate every dirty crack of the lifeless street. "Forte? Crescendo?" he asked himself, unable to remember which word accurately described the increase in loudness, of the eerie melody being pounded out on his car. "Who gives a fuck," he thought as he reclined the car seat, stretched his l...

I arrived at Jan's house around 5:40 that afternoon, still adhering to my rule about not showing up early for a date. Jan was ready and waiting for me when I rang the doorbell, and Jan met me at the door. She was wearing a silky long-sleeved top and jeans. Judging by the jiggle of her breasts, it became apparent that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath her top. Jan greeted me with a kiss, her arms going around my neck as...

I am bathed in my own moralsMy heart broken On the curve of the beachIn the damp sand Where the water rises to greet And then slips silently awayEbbs and flows Under the oblivious light of the moonThe wind fingers my hairBut offers no armsI am alone with my lossesAnd my pains So subjectiveIs regretAn ache that progressesOnce it states its claimIt clamps down on the heartProhibits the normalcy of just ...Breathing I am my...

Too long in love with easeful darkness, Replete with sorrow, filled to the seam.Plucked from its depths to bask in light's caress,As if slipping supinely into a dream. Poured forth from my lips my soul as sultry prose, From a heart as heavy as weathered stone. Words softly whispered, cadences a hundredfold, From naught but love, and flesh, and bone. The warming amber of dusk’s feathered gold Smouldered above a vast ocean...

I met her here, one sweet day when she turned my head and then turned my world upside down in a good way.We danced around each other at first,neither one wanting to make the first moveyet frightened to do nothing. Once ignited, our passion knew no boundsas we soared to the very heights of wanton lust,our movements in perfect sync with each other.Our couplings were legendary, driving each otherto the pinnacle of pleasure a...

I saw her do the dance of loss in rain As streetlights gleamed above her hair of red Her eyes were glowing as she cried in pain Because she made mistakes and was misled.  I saw her do the song of grief in gloom As echoes of her mourning rang aloud Her tears continued as she read her doom Among the scattered remnants of a cloud.  I saw her do her drawings in the sun As crowds exclaimed about the work she shared Her hands w...

Josef awoke, and soon realized that it was early and that today he was on duty. Already bright sunlight was streaming in through his window. He loved this time of day; so fresh, so full of opportunity and promise. As he lay there he caught the faint smell of lavender coming from somewhere. “Was it aftershave?” he wondered. Perhaps one of the officers from a nearby room had received a gift from a sweetheart of from his fam...