What is she doing when she walks away telling me , shes off to the rest room each and every day. Oh.. how I wonder what is in her pants, if she only knew ive longged to see her dances. How graceful she'll move as she dips to the floor, glancing around feeling the music even more. But where does she go, as she does often leave, freshing up returning smelling of a rose in a breezes. ****... can I taste you ? Do you taste as sweet? Would you mind if I layed you down and had a bite to eat? Back to work she never bustin a sweat, got me pondering are things that im saying making you wet? She was my co worker, I remember those days, the smile on her face and her eyes in her daze. Simple whispers in her ear would cause her to blush, then she off to the bathroom pant full of mush. Waterfalls pouring, she should have brought a towel. And Ill test my theory, for we get off work in a short while.

You been in a situation for quite some time now but i think your not happy so i dont see how. Why would you settle if you are worth so much more ?At your ripe age you have the world to explore. I think you should take a chance and try something new, spontaneous, no thought a decision right out the blue.  But keep that clear mind, and to thy self be true. But i think you settle for the way things are and im happy for you. But tell me something can you picture this? A long walk on the beach, a long moon lite kiss. Eating plates of lobster and having a few drinks. Red lipstick now fading to pink. Long night of dancing or even catch a show, it really wouldnt matter because your happy so just go. Trips on boats, traveling across blue sea, eat exotic food as your hair blowing in the breeze. Rendezvous in nice places, with a special friend, maybe a little role playing or a game of pretend. I dont know it your choice and yours alone to make, but i just have one question "How long does your happiess have to wait?"

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Late at  night while I lay in my bed. I feel your warmth on and around my head. The way you would hold me, just as I fell alseep. A kiss on my brow, lips and then cheek. A soft whisper in my ear as you bid me adue. And when I awake in the morrow I realize I must live another day without you. Sometimes it hard to breathe, and you know humans cant live without a heart. They say everyday is a new journey, yet I dont know where to start. I dont want a new journey, I just want you here with me. And things will be so much better now, then when they used to be. I wish my thought could float to you, so that you could hear them loud and clear. And all I want to say is "oh how I love you"and "I wish you where here." I hold you in my heart but like I said it really not there, your gone now And its in much need of repair. Cant really do much with out you crossing my mind but I cant stay in that place to long, I break down everytime. But sometimes I think and some days Im cry, and my mood changes and no one understand why. As I go about my day I sware I see you everywhere, but then I have to tell myself that you are no longer there... well..... no longer here. Passion onces shared yet drifted away, for you to love me is all I want today. Its all I want tonight and the day after. I only see you in my dreams so I wish this day would go faster. Now im home once again and I lay in my bed  waiting for the moment your warmth touches my head.

As I walk Thru the valley of shadow of death, I will fear no evil. I will keep my head high, and look for brighter days for thou art with me.

I once had a conversation with a figure when I thought I was sleep. The conversation was of the contents of life and the there after. He ask me to walk with him, and the comfort I felt was like talking to my closes friend. I could not see his face nor could I remember his voice. He knew everything about me and what transpired in my life. I asked so many question I always wanted to know. He began to answer as he ushered to me a certain way. We continue to walk as time seemed to stand still. I began to wonder who he truly was. How does he know all this? Where was he leading me? I began to get nervous and asked could turn back. He began to explain  and expressed the life I knew was gone. I tried to turn but he blocked my way. He held out his hand and said it time, don't be afraid come with me. I placed my hand into his, hoping id awake soon. He stated this was no dream as if he was reading my mind. His hand was ice cold. My body felt light as air. I wanted to scream. But I felt no breathe left in me. He pulled me close.....And as he stated the life I knew had ended.

Such a beautiful death.

Deaths Whisper.....

"Hello there friend? How have you been?"

Who are you? Where are you?

"We are old friends, In a place long forgotten."

Why are you here? What do you want?

"Just to a see a friend off before his long journey"

Where are you going? And who is this friend?

"To a place where there are no familiar faces"

You never been there before? Y are you going?

"Because everything has it time, and its time"

But why are you here? What do you want with me?

"A companion"

How long is this journey? How will you get there?

"This journey may seem as forever, and by means of a boat."

Why me as your companion? Why not someone else?

"Every journey must be made alone, I can only take you there."

Take me where? What are you talking about?

"Its time"

Wait....what do you mean? Do i have to go?

"Today is your day tomorrow is someone else."

I am afraid I dont want to die.

"Everything has its time, and its time"

There is so much trapped/bottled up in my head, afraid to squander out the past expressions I’ve said. The hearts I have hurt with a simple twitch of my lead and a little more I’d have them in my bed. I must contain these thoughts/feeling because if left unattended they can do more damage than I've ever intended. So I threw them all down, no pencil, no paper. Thoughts of when a few words your girlfriend i would take her. With lies and false dreams, and infatuation never known, misting her underlings forcing her to moan. Beguiling her intrigue, astonishing her mind, sipping her slowly as one would taste of fine wine. No more passage for me with these works I am done, they are far too dangerous although they were fun.