I don’t count my year by good or bad times. I just doesn’t make any sense to me. I can honestly say that my shitty vs. good days this past year were pretty even. Maybe, but does it really matter? So what? I had some really shitty times last year. I try not to look…
I have a ravenous desire to taste you Like sweet honeysuckle in mid-April Pulling your hair and drawing you close Biting your lip while craving the soft touch of your flesh Looking deep into your eyes I see the birth of stars and tasting your lips I envision the very kiss of gods creating a…
Tightly the rope pulled close and her anticipation climbed As her anxiety of letting go faded With each new and undiscovered fear arising She was able to move quickly past them and into an unseen nirvana His hands found their way slowly around the curves and bends of her body Giving her the darker areas…
I look for answers everywhere I see the faces of the uncaring They always have answers for unasked questions The tragedy comes from the distance between our heart and head It’s the difference from picking from the tree of knowledge or choosing to be ignorant in the bliss of not knowing There are some things…
