Quietly sittingI’m challengedTo moveTo connectWith another soul I know it’s herCurly hairSharp blue eyesOverwhelming joyUnbridled feelingOf home We sitWe listenWe connectWe don’t talkUntil it’s timeThen she sharesI’m white lightFlickering fireRedsOrangesWithMother TeressaOn myRight …
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Intimate
Some down and dirty sex. Slam bam thank you mam. Or sir. Is welcomed. If desperate. Lasting sex. Is something desired. Quickies are a thrill. But often leave the soul empty. Tasting of cheese sticks at Applebee’s. Great going in. And going down. Void of …
She’s In Awe
She stands Erect and strong Head tilted back Smooth neck seen And celebrated Her hair A golden reflection Of the stars Her eyes closed In intimate ecstasy She is lost Forever moving Into the night sky Golds, copper, silver The colors Of …