Specter

Spicy whispers, intoxicate the room. A sultry aromatic breeze continues to loom. Candles lit, steamy desires, intense, hotter then any fire. Silhouette should have been her name, oooohhh what a frame…. Silken skin, Worn natural with no shame. Primal intuition yearns to find its freedom. Hungry to be fed. Seeking to be…

Will you?

When? When will we learn that different is beautiful? When will we see with our hearts and not our eyes? When will we read the character of the person with the discernment of our minds? Will we ever see that peace brings healing and war…

2:29

While strategically placing my lipstick, I caught a glance of the clock. Its 2:29. Damn that brings me back to the times….. Remember how you would hold my face in your hands when we kissed? Do you remember how I would sing to you or…

He was Anybody

I once knew a man named “Anybody” He was always hanging around. Homeless, and weak with exhaustion, “Anybody” barely made a sound. His shoes were filled with holes, Laces shredded by age. Feet blistered from “Anybody’s” travels, “Anybody” hadn’t slept in days. Putrid aroma, lingered…

At all costs

Purge yourself, Drain the hideous from your soul. Cradle the holy, Allow your words to console. Wring out the fear, Brought on by the flood. When your pen runs out of ink, Refill it with your blood.    

Read between the lines

Touch me, Run your fingers up and down my spine, No room to be misunderstood, You must read between the lines. Wipe away that naughty look! Although you are in love with me, Keep in mind, I am only a book!  

Loner minus the lonely

Fortunately for her, she was a loner. Never concerning herself with the midnight luxuries so many chased, the constant need to remain fast paced, solitude was her place. What consumed her now was of thicker value. Tighter knots of wisdom and robust intellect. Speaking her…

Naked Soul

The first drop is always the most courageous. Leaping from the hands of God, a place of perfection, Falling faster and faster, with the speed of no direction. Lack of malice, holding no contention, sweetly, softly, landing peacefully kissing my forehead, caressing away my tension….

She was the color

In a world of black and white, she was the color. By not her vivid beauty, yet by the smile, through her suffer. Poised in her position, authentic in her vision. Never altered by her ego, faithful to all her words written.        …

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