Merry Christmas

"Merry Christmas everyone"

‘Tis the season to be jolly,As it gets to that time of yearWhen the festive cheer is once again Among us.In every park, Christmas carols are being sungBringing joy to allAnd to everyone that hears them.Peeps accidentally meeting,Under the mistletoe Kissing when they...

A Memory of Waking

"A memory of waking next to a lover"

Time slips away, leaving only the memories,shadows of reality once solid,now fleeting and flawedyet no less precious for that.  The memory of waking to find you next to me,arms across me, holding, touching me as I lay,seeing awareness in your eyes as...

A tiny clench of the stomach,Confirming that - The 'look' is returnedMouths, gasp open across a crowded room.The sudden glance awayAfraid, not wanting to blush -An inner smile triggersThe earthquake on luscious lips.Too shy to pursueTo see if - A few steps...

No Other Place

"Our passion stirred"

 When I think of her, my heart burnsWhen I think of her, my cock stirsWhen my heart burns and my cock stirs I have no other thoughts to yearnWhen she dreams, her mind does glowWhen she thinks, her core does flow When...

We did it all for love....After winter's first breath exhaleslike the softest phantom pain,something brought you back to medown in the valley where no oneremembers what we have lost,no one remembers our names in slow motion corteges of bodiesand endless shimmering...

A gift from afar

"The beauty of the season is in one's heart"

A carpet of pure snow flakes do here lieAmong the grass, icy dew dissolves,The fractals, each one unique and fleetingColours, a prism in which the light evolves A little bird, ‘gainst a thorn his breast yieldsHark! His winter song, his feathers are rentBlood...

Soldier of LoveThe Distance separates you from your loveYour love is a world of away defending freedoms of othersKeeping us safeThey are the every day soldier fighting bravely , standing guard.You wait patiently and faithfully holding on tight to the...

Take everything away.Leave meWith vacant, desolate and hollow.I want blankI want cold, smooth, frozen fields of snowVirginalPure and untouched.An empty canvasAwaiting a palette of color.Calling out to meNaked in raptures thoughtsLoveAs each brush stroke falls.

You touch me and it's like a memorythat I have yet to make,a nostalgia I should not yet know.There was a word for this,something that encapsulated an entire history that may beimpossible to write about.I can feel it before your hand...