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I feel the weight

     of you

your pores singe my skin

but

     only in memory

now

Pushed up against the wall

     and

begging for more

(I had Blue Note coffee this morning-for the first time in a VERY long time- hint of cinnamon….)
Carpet of copper needles showing the path to paradise

I did it for me

But I was thinking of you
Who knew

my

paradise

is

“Trailer Trash”?
One of those moments
I want you in the worst way and I don’t want to betray her

As much as I want to pounce on your vulnerability and wrap my legs around you I must caution you that those two things are mutually exclusive
Where did that
Path go
And
Who changed the
Course?
Hey Stranger (Mr.Wiz)
Congratulations!
I truly am happy that you are so happy
I just miss the **** out of you sometimes
If you ever go poly
or single……
sure hope you find me
(again)
I was ready to have kids

I was not ready to have adults
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