Harmony An orange, a pear lying on a wooden tray in harmony with yellow achilleas spreading luck all over Hour 16 @varenyas

Touching her was magic To my finger tips Her soft supple lips The quencher To my thirsty drip Her sensual kiss As soft as a petals bliss Never ending love I always miss. I wish she was the one That understood The place I’m in…

Fleshy Wet Meat Curling The plumpness of the lips–the vocal orifice Creation of meaningful sound is not only knowing the word, but feeling the weight of it. A push of the air dependent on the pull of the mouth. Sometimes perverse, always personal — like…

Each morning you navigate without opening your eyes into the hollow between my neck and thighs nibbling my arm like a toothless zombie. You fit right in the warmth of your skin permeates mine as your tiny fingers tug my hair. I chuckle at your sleepy…

furry overlord brushes past in nonchalance the distance of love    

i’d rather fruit under flowers at these wee hours with coffee for the change that we need but a beggar can’t be choosy even when i’m feeling woozy because after all i previously agreed

My Grandchildren Prompt 4   My Grandchildren Last line from These Unlucky Stars by Gillian McDunn   I love my grandchildren. They are smart, clever, kind, generous and thoughtful. I love my grandchildren. They are growing into the people they will be. I love my…

To know the difference in intuition from fear has been a great struggle the signs were red blinking 8 minutes later something happened something I knew I saw it but I gambled shrugging it to fear Gave them a chance when it wasn’t their turn…

Pink ones. Love the color pink. Blue Rose’s, and on any holiday. Birthdays. And. On, Easter Day.

i still see your eyes the only ones to ever find my hidden deep   i still feel your smile