My mom always told me, that dandelions were magic. That they could grant wishes. Or that they could travel over, long distances. The other day sitting in my car, a dandelion puff came blowing in my window. I thought of...
prose poem
Though we have never met. I can feel you all around me. From the way your arms wrap around me. To the way your lips feel. Soft wet pecks, or deep hard kisses. Your lips are magic. Then there is...
A Lover’s Doubts
"raw emotional thoughts"
What do I do with this hurt inside. How do I make things alright. Nothing seems good anymore. I feel lost and alone in a sea of people. Don't want to move, don't want to stay. Just want to be...
Not quite bold enough. No, never quite bold enough. You're a lady, and you always will be.But I yearn for you,and ache for the excitement of showing you,exposing you to the things you may never have known. Have you known...
Never more beautiful. Continuously, utterly astounding.Never more beautiful than now. When you submit to your own urges and needs.When you submit. Never more beautiful, so beautiful.Perfection.Bending freely and willingly.His. And he is yours.Your Master who needs you, whom you need.Who allows...
Into misty swirling drifts of doubting creep the feeble fearsthat feed regrets remorselesslyuntil the dawning.Droplets of lovelorn dread bedew your fleshwhile the shadowscover your vision of what might have beenbut is no more.Is there no pathway to regainingyour bearingsand rebuilding the mansion...