It’s your turn…
Just in time to welcome the cooler weather, below are excerpts from a few never before shared pieces. Which would you like to hear more of? I’m listening.
Seeing her makes me sick in the best way.
Seeing her leave hurts, but love watching her walk away.
Start sweating from fever
My temperature rises when I see her.
Head aches too but only from my zipper
The rumblings are merely butterflies
Sounds like the flu but I’m still flying…
A woman with enough beauty for a deaf man and enough substance for a blind man. #senselessbeauty is what I call it.
Fake hair. Fake nails. Fake boobs. Fake ass. Fake personality. Fake happiness. Love you for you? I sense less beauty…
..If it must rain, let it be the kind of summer when the heavens quench the thirst of the Earth…Light showers while the sun yet shines…followed by a rainbow to repaint the black and white sky like the tvs of old…
P. A. S. T. (Posthumous Aggression Stalling Tomorrow)
No longer will yesterday’s forecast determine my attire.
Dressing for stressing and suppressing my desire
A burning yearning thats ignited by you
This cabana sunshine’s no place for rain boots…
Good morning love.
Sunlight thru the window Saturday speaks
A kiss on the cheek..
Your lips, A smile graces.
Tickling you and undercover embraces
Return the favor with a wet one on my face.
The complex stresses of the week yield to the simple pleasures of the moment
Morning dew…finger tips on your stomach…