Her skin was as soft as the silver spoon she only imagined, but never touched
large plush lips, shimmered the same, but with life
she dreamed of honey pulled fresh from the comb
water streams like veins pumping through the forest
a lush green veil pulled aside for only her
mother nature exposing everything, and nothing
all at once
in a beautiful blended soup
of love

I’m always cold
You’re constantly hot

You’re heavy metal
I’m definitely not

I drink strong coffee
You’re doing a shot

I sleep in a bed
You curl up in a cot

All these things
They matter to me not

Yes I love you
Let’s tie the knot

Eighteen Years To Life


It looks as if a storm had just passed through here. I can't find anything; not even my mental state. I'm starting to think this entire thing over. If only I had kept to my negative state of thinking I wouldn't be in this mess. I'm starting to realize that emotions can get the best of you. Your feelings are very dangerous toys to play with, hurt is an emotion that we often come in tack with, and happiness is more spiritual than it is of physical. Im learning that you have to stick to who you are or whoever you plan on becoming. My mental aspect is blinded by my emotions. I feel as if I'm going get hurt by this man. I feel as if i will go through something I could have prevented. I always say hurt is an emotion that most times we are forced to activate; but what happens when you know something wouldn't work ? Do you still try it anyway? Try it just to say you did ? Or is it the feel? Is it the high ? What is it ? Well for me it was a good looking 41 year old man with a young soul, great sense of humor, and practically a bad temper. A temper that can be controlled so is it so bad after all ? It's bad because it doesn't work out in my favor. It's bad because his silence is ridiculously loud. He's very hard to read and as I try to maneuver  my way around his emotions he begin to tell me things that I choose not to believe; so is he really hard to read or am I just making it hard for me to read ? Not because someone say they love you means they do. Let their actions speak to you verbally. And with no hesitation you start to feed your heart this deadly poison called love. But wait come back....what if they said "I love you" and their actions do tell hopes of a happily ever after ? Then your force to become blinded by something that you don't believe in. If you know the ending why not adjust the beginning ? His words and actions have a strong alibi. Let him go I could miss out on a lot love has to offer. Keep him; chances are I prove myself right of my instinct from the beginning but do keep in mind that hurting is okay. I said I would never date someone with children; I looked past four. I said I would never date a man too older than I am and I swept eighteen years under the rug. I said I would never have *** with someone I met for a week. He made love to me so good; I begged for more. I say and have said a lot and have yet to say more but when your emotions get the best of you and your judgement is clouded by your curiosity, vulnerability, and lust. Please do tell..... Do I challenge life's theory on love or should I walk away free from love. Please advise; should I become a prisoner of love or should take the deal and walk away a free woman.
So I closed my eyes stretch my arm out and carefully place the needle in my arm.
I overdosed on this drug called love



Thawann Q. Ogle

You're the person I fall asleep thinking about.
You're the person I wake up thinking about.
You're the person who holds me tenderly, whose gentle kisses ignite flames inside of me, the only person who can touch my soul and not only my body.
I think I've fallen in love with you, but I don't know love well enough. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've never had someone like you in my life.

All I know for certain is that you are my special person.
You are mine.
To kiss, to touch, to hold, to comfort.
To laugh with, to fight with, to play with, to love with.

I think I've fallen for you.

Let me stain your magic majesty;
sick a tempest on your tapestry-
tear those flags of modesty.
What is wine but rotten fruit,
and disguised euphoria that follows suit.
So let innocence fade,
cast in each other's shade.

Loving her
Was like finding an ocean
After a lifetime
Treading
in muddy puddles.

Small flame in darkness,
You became my inferno


Your spark scalded me.

My hunger for you never wanes
your, smell, touch, look send me aflame
my lips bruised after being crushed by yours
my thirst quenched by drinking you in,
my need as robust as your thrusts,
my cravings, like a ****** in need of a fix.
Immersed in you, luxuriating in you,
knowing you, has starved and saved
my soul.
Amongst the smell of lust and lechery
Dante watches, he watches my soul.
Purgatorio, penitent I walk within flames to purge myself of lustful thoughts and feelings.
Dante's Inferno. Souls of the sin of lust are blown about in restless hurricane winds, I feel the wind at my back. Howling.
A symbol of my own lack of self-control to my lustful passions
in this my earthly life.
Just be with me when we are judged, together we can prove our
Love

Wishing for another day
Where I could be with you
Nothing planned just lazing
and doing what we do
To me there's nothing better
than no plans and only you
After all these years together
You make our love just seem brand new

I tell you every morning
That I love you, and you know
That my day just isn't started
Until I've said I love you so

It may seem trite and childish
After though these many years
But, just saying it each morning
Means I still hold you so dear

Wishing for another day
Where I could be with you
Nothing planned just lazing
and doing what we do
To me there's nothing better
than no plans and only you
After all these years together
You make our love just seem brand new

Holding hands when we are walking
Just like we did so long ago
It's a comfortable feeling
One that folks in love all know

Each night we kiss each other
Say I love you and good night
I don't take your love for granted
And I love you says it right

Your'e the one I want beside me
All my days I have to go
I just need to say I love you
And I want the world to know.

Her beauty is a river,
Slowly flowing at my feet.
Winding through a young forest
Almost motionless
The current waves to the admiring
Aspen leaves.
Small boats with magnetic joy
Cling to the rippling surface,
Travel briefly downstream
Get mired in the sand.
Reflections sparkle,
tickle my fantasy
I watch my toes in the cool water

Her passion is a river,
Churning swiftly with abandon.
Cutting its own path
Following the forces of nature.
Listen, she speaks clearly:
Admire the power
But the fury will not be harnessed.
I tremble as the raging current
Creates a windstorm in its wake.

I sit here, surrounded
By the confluence of these mighty rivers.
The waters co-mingle
I am enveloped in the rising mist
My eyes are shut
Reason is abandoned
As I submerge in the torrent
My soul to be delivered
Downstream
As nature dictates.