This would describe my favorite rainy afternoon. Being able to awaken to the person you love each morning…hearing the soft rain, turn to thunder outside as well as inside. Tangled up in Messy sheets Clothes ripped Shredded and torn Lying scattered On the floor Wild passions Breaking silence Give me what I need Let’s leave…
My Relationships Are Hard guest today is That Shameless Hussy. I waited far too long to post this story. I remember reading it and not being able to shake the romance of it. The idea two hearts can be so deeply connected and yet so wrong AND right for each other leaves me dizzy with…
I slept alone but I felt you The vivid image of you Smiling across my eyelids The beauty of your eyes The only thing haunting me Dreaming of our time together Holding tight to make believe My imagination is all there is Of a romance I created Fiction at its best, a novel erotic…
She felt like a school girl with her first crush. Butterflies crashed around obnoxiously in her stomach. She silently scolded herself for being so dramatic, but to be fair she was flying high on drugs which wasn’t really part of her initial night’s plan. She had given in to the suggestions they made everything better…
She imagined the stars Were bright shiny hearts Blinking as they beat Having lived a good life Having been loved by And cherished by one Hearts that were once Empty lanterns waiting To be lit by someone Hearts that became stars To share with us The love that made them
The night dances even though day We go from dark to light to dark again From waltzing to swaying to waltzing again Our steps paced evenly hand in hand We pay no mind to the flickering lights To the rolling of the hills outside our door Or the way the sky knocks heavily on…
I thought I would repost this since it is that time of year again. I don’t LOVE Elf on a Shelf but I acquiesce for my daughter. She loves her Elf Perry and he still does silly things for her in December each year. The comment section is not so Christmassy but highly entertaining. I…
Step through whiskers Shhhh ever so slowly Quietly now girls With painted pink toes Through the dark night We sneak Tippy toe steps One and one and one Move gently my sweet So as not to disturb The baritone hatred That sleeps in our path Under blankets of hate Swiftly leap over the holes Filled…
I understand some people being so angry they are having a hard time wanting to move forward. I read a lot of fear and sadness and hateful posts and I get it. It’s emotional. We have a lot at stake. I don’t judge you for it and I’ll never say “just get over it”…
Dear daughter: You my love Are a woman And that means You will be told things Some will be true And many more will not The only thing You must do Is to find yourself Who are you? What you stand for? And know you are strong That you have options And when you don’t You get creative…
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