Why are depressives good dancers?
because
they're always getting down.

She is the breeze
that warms my heart
with memories...

salt edged

tasting of sand
and
soda pops.

Wrapped up
within a blanket
made
for two...

watching the waves
crash
within the depths
of one
anothers eyes.

Soft cotton candy
kisses
a perfect end
to this...


a day at the beach.

The Buttercups and Daisies took to wing and flew away

El hablar en lengua dual
con ojos jeweled
ella susurró suave en acalorado respiran...

usted es mi primer pensó en la mañana
mi palabra final
luz colgada en labios iluminados por la luna
mi rezo silencioso,
mi sueño más suave,
mi fantasía acalorada.

Rece me dicen que soy el suyo

y hágame creer

en este su



The dual-language talk
with jeweled eyes
she whispered soft hot breath ...

you are my first thought in the morning
My final word
light hanging on my lips moonlit
my silent prayer,
my softest dream
my hottest fantasy.

Pray tell me I'm yours

and let me know

in this, your kiss.

Even now/ at this ungodly hour/
doth morning seem so far away and yet/ so near /// somewhere twixt nights caress and soothing
balm of twilights touch /
by heavens intervention am I spared the ache /
nay the pain / of your light absent from my
darkest hour // then away and rend the very veil of monstrous stars that wouldst with all intent / make mockery of my tears / mirrored here now / upon these ashen cheeks / tear down the moon whom by her very presence doth afflict my mournful heart / for in her beauty art thou found / art thou not found// be gone / fleshless phantoms of thoughts of one for whom I would willingly die one thousand times and one thousand more / for is not the agony of each tortureous night / alone // not likened to sweet death / and I have died so oft I can ner' count the times / be merciful sweet dawn / arise // arise and with your rising raise my spirits/ for I am lost amongst the shadows of this night / and in it's shadows hide myself from all but thee / and she / she that but with a word / a glance / a touch / may free me from this Hell / and let me one more but for a moment set my sight on paradise. ///

Good morning
Mr Love ******
What seems to be the problem
Erm I see though I've never seen one quite that big before,
My its red and swollen
and look at it throbbing...

Is it sore?

I think you should maybe keep it covered away from the ladies

At least till it heals


As a broken heart is a fragile thing.

As a moth to the flame

your love

engulfed me.

Sleepless nights
spent dreaming of you
wide eyed
and
smiling.

Sweet dreams of you
sweat drenched
scented by natural perfumes
overload my senses
as I again inhale you...

breathing you in with open mouth
tasting the warmth of kisses
from muted swollen lips.

Tongue seeking to give you voice
            as sighs erupt into pleasures moans...

Back contorts
consorting with my fingers
tracing curves
wet from my touch.

Your hand gives me the heads up
and down
and up again
tongue lapping liguid kisses
teasing with tip
further scent from swollen bud...

your nails rake my shoulders
as you buck
an unbroken mare
fighting the bit
yet bit you were and nibbled grazed
teeth tentatively tugging
fleshy folds
as rivulets of passion coated my chin.

Sticky from your peach
I rise and share with you the taste
in our first oral kiss.

No heart of stone my lover has
for hers is fire and flowers fresh
that beats in rhythm with mine own
beneath her breast of silken flesh

No heart of ice mine own for thee
for I could ner' put out this flame
that sears my soul with need to be
with you my love no man could tame.

Her:

Don't kiss me yet first let me brush my teeth

For this is not Hollywood with perfect hair and breath

Him:
I need a moment to *** and scratch myself aloud

Coughing yawning eyes blurred and red and noisily breaking wind

together:

Oh hell let's just kiss tight lipped and eyes closed

We parked

removed
our belts

and slipped

our

trousers off.

I weep ink
in missing you,
my page lays stained
with fluid blue.

I log on
your face appears,
but your not here
to see my tears.

I reach out
and touch your face,
my fingers soft
your image trace.

Kisses blown
you cannot taste,
through coloured glass
just go to waste.

Time alone
stroking the screen,
whispering soft
how much you mean.

I feel sad
that your not there,
to understand
how much I care.

**** the time
and miles apart,
please just log in
and heal my heart.

So until
tomorrow dear,
I stroke the glass
and dream you're here.

I salivate...

at she spreads

upon
the table

my supper.