Love is craving your lips,Your mouth, your voice, where beforeI was just silence and hunger. Love is our moments of anticipation,Like the last breath before the diveAnd the eventual ascent back into sunlight. Love is missing you even when you’re here,Knowing that every time you leaveI will be hollow until you return. Love is sharing a comfortable silenceAnd finding serenity in that spaceRather than the empty voids between...

Kansa flower Blooming in the sun Wisps of puffy clouds Dancing in July skies Song birds singing   Stopping at our stream Opening my saddle bags Weathered smile Finding your gift Flower and Love note   Calloused hands Slowly reading Savoring each word Smiling to yourself Feeling her love   As you crest The last hill Smoke curling skyward Reminding you You are home   As you come closer Watching her Her almond eyes Smiling F...

While in Belgium, I met a German looking for peace. Our great-great-fathers fought on different sides during WWI. We went to Flanders where the Second Battle of Ypres took place in 1915. Armed only with a camera, a typewriter, books and paper, we set out to take up the quarrel with the foe. Instead of gas and canons he burrowed my trench with his peacemaker. He released his love into my waiting pussy so the dead could sle...

She utters that mmffff-like sound neither gasp nor moan yet somehow both when his fat cock deepens inside her in that first, aching surge of blind motion. They’re lying on their sides, facing, her slight leg flung over his hip. The whole shank sinks deep and he holds still, grasping the cheek of her ass in one hand, and there’s that sensation that comes with moments like this that the entire planet is poised on the brink...

She used to need a storm warning  When the storms raging in her soul used to be too much  Then he breezed into her life like a warm summer breeze  He instantly calmed the storm and chased away the clouds in her eyes  He let her into his heart a place he locked away from everyone else  She melted him with just one sweet smile  Now the only storm clouds are the summer rain storms  That cascade down the windows  As they are...

What is passion to youLove between husband and wifeTheir first lover's embraceA date they had to start this life.What is passion to meWalking hand and handDreaming of tomorrowKnowing it will be so grandWhat is passion to youNewborn that brings much delightBeneath a beating heart they growUntil bringing them into the nightWhat is passion to meLaughing children all aroundFairytales in books, lyrical songsPretending until yo...

Not the girl to make you smileI don't even want to be friends Not going that extra mileThere's no love in the end Days wasted in the shadowsNot knowing the real dealThis existence was shallowThankfully it was not real Tired of being a door matI'm real with feelingsTired of being picked atSo happy I'm now healing We talked most daysHardly any apologiesYou were always delayedAlways blaming technology Not going to waste my t...

Color me red and color me greenColors of the season for someAgree or not, just get what I meanSymbols are just that to more than oneSnowflakes, bells, crosses and crechesMeaning to some but not to othersHoliday/Christmas lights, parties and dressesFriends, laughter, love, hatred can't smotherIsn't now the best time, is another betterGive a kiss, a hug, share a laugh or twoSanta, Christmas, miracles, they are all just lett...