This daffodil wants to play
She wants to feel the sun on her skin
The rain on her hair, she wants to laugh with glee
Sugar, spice and honeybee. She wants the joy, the pain
and laughing in the rain.
She enjoys being spanked, or slapped or liking it rough.
She wants you and she wants you a lot. Think about that buster!!
Thoughts drift in the Autumn wind
sliding away like a swirling clouds
of dust on an unpaved road
thoughts drifted and landed
at your doorstep
knocked once, twice-then
drifted away.
When we start a relationship with someone new we think to ourselves that this will be It, the One, my Romeo. And then we watched the cookie crumble. So I wrote a short poem about it.
We let our every breath drown into the raging sea
the bitter strife surpassed the hopes and dreams we shared
we let the silly pride and stubborn conceit
destroy what we built through the years
though my heart fierce and strong
will only hold so much grief and misery until it burst
into million pieces
The sting of your words cut deeper than winter’s wrath
my heart is bruised but my soul is wounded…forever
Kiss me passionately
while your hands roam freely
along the silhouette of my heated body
touch me gently
coax the fluidity out of my system
as you feel the velvety core within my folds
respond to you
Midnight rendezvous up at the attic
your heat met my electricity
and it was an awesome firework
sweeter than Fourth of July
A single rose withstanding
the winter’s sweet kiss
of icy dew and snowy drip
sipping wine by the light of the moon
so late into the night
staving off
a fear of another solitary slumber
momentarily basking
in silent reverie
staring at the bottom
of an empty glass
I dreamt of you almost every night
although I know
you are in a world too far away
a world of stardust, neon lights and moonbeams
a place far from mine
woke up and I realized I need to
look away to break the spell
I hope to hear an echo of your voice once again, so I sit alone in silence hoping to hear you. A faint sound or even a sigh from the wilderness, flutter of a dove’s wings or even a rustle from a falling leaf. Longing for a message from you or even a pale colored rainbow above the winter’s sky.
at times I feel like a gold fish
in a tiny fishbowl
swimming around all alone
seeking a place to rest
a sanctuary where there is
another soul to greet the new day
and endure the grueling walk
on the road called Life.
Over a cup of coffee 