It's sublime!
The midnight back stroke,
The 3am kiss on the neck,
The 5am feeling of groin reunion,
That sweet, musky scent,
The scent of dawn love,
Raw, warm tingly dawn redemption,
The ***** relief from loves slumber,
When we get to indulge,
Sublime, my love,
Sublime,
Wait....

(C)eileenmcgreevy@ymail.com  26/05/2020

Post is anonymous
mystery of this piece
written bout 1530


It aches with
loneliness and
longing and is short
but unforgettable


I came across this last week
to be precise 8/15/2018
something about it keeps
pulling be back to read
it every day ..


He or she ( me ) sat still
silent my heart aching
bittersweet intensity
longing for you

It really hurts knowing you're not good enough

A lone motorcycle rusts.  Wild flowers grow.  The sun burns like Picasso's.  An eagle glides.  Blue is the sky. Yellow is the afterglow.