Need not apply if you drown in the morning air.
You must allow commonality to be our life preserver.
Or meander afloat until a lifeguard brings you ashore.

The initial 2 year romance high eventually wears off so...
You can..
Be the son that calls his writing father to share heartfelt words he himself has put to paper.
His words draw me deep like the heaviest anchor to the ocean floor.

Like him...
be the smell of fresh cut grass with a side of a smokey bacon.
Or the first deep throated serenade of the day by the lark in the cherry blossom.

Be your four legged child that licks your face when your eyes first open like a tootsie roll tootsie pop.
Be that warm arousing summer's gentle rain that seductively kisses your window pane.

Don't ever try to be a morning person for me.
You either are one or you're not.
Never pretend.
But just know....
to enjoy the very best parts of me,
you....
you need to be my morning eggs and toast with a side of juice... freshly squeezed.

Love is but
a perceived notion.

Love crumbles at the drop of a hat.

Love is volatile.

Love is not carnival
magician inspired.

Love is
not "journaled".

Love is
Love.

I'm a lover
and... ..

you can't fool me
with
your
imposter of love.

If you want love?

There's only
one of me.

Girl;
don't go away mad.

I never
even
asked you
to
go away.

We are all
a masterpiece
unfinished.

Unfinished
but,
in no way
diminished.


written by me... ..

I walk
through puddles
almost daily.

Please.
Please
be an ocean.

I can't walk
across
an ocean.

Depth
is everything
to me.



;)



written by me... ..

On my mind
constantly,
you are.
Confused
I am.
Why?
Why when
I wake up,
you are
on my mind?
Why, during
the middle
of the day,
you are
on my mind?
Why as I
lie in bed
ready to
fall asleep,
you are
on my mind?
Why when
I am dreaming,
you are
in my dreams?
You have been
a muse for
many a
writes because
you,
are on my mind
constantly.
It's dangerous
to even
think about
plugging myself
into you
even once in
the realm of
reality.
I yearn
and literally ache
to touch
every inch
of you.
Is this love?
Is this infatuation?
I am
not sure.
But,
I have never
been more
afraid of
anything in
my life than
how afraid
I am of
touching you
for the
first time.
No words
could possibly describe
the way that
my body would feel or
the way that
my mind
would become
enslaved
to your words
and your
movements.
Constantly,
I dream about
our sunny
and 75
intimate moments
together,
constantly... ..
breathlessly.
Just you
and me
giving one
another each
nanosecond
of our attention
to each other.
Constantly,
you are
on my mind.
Of course,
right now
you are.
Right now,
I am picturing you
in a black
silk laced teddy
leaving all the
right parts of you
covered and leaving my
imagination to
run wild on a
tachycardic
heart rate.
Excuse me
readers while
I wipe the
drool from
my chin
once again.
I ache for our
eyes to meet
at
******'s door
and tremble
in the arms of one another's
exhausted sweaty bodies.
And to just
lie still in
that moment
as one until
we fall asleep
and I dream
of you
once again.



written by me... ..

The wind blows through the trees and whispers their song.
The whisper of a doves wings, preparing to take flight.
The waves that roll and whisper with laughter crashing upon a sandy paradise.
The gentle whisper of a sunset as the moon and stars take center stage.
Your whisper wraps around us all, a genuine warm embrace.
Your heartbeat whispers, just loud enough for all to acknowledge its love.
That is my favorite whisper of all.




written by me... ..

You're the butter on my toast,
the jam that tops it off.
The one that's hanging on my arm,
the one that's in my heart the most.

You're the feather in my cap,
the sugar in my coffee.
You're the sweet that's in my sweet iced tea,
you're the only girl that fits my lap.

Chorus:
You're the good that's in my good morning,
you're the Yee that's in my Yee Haw.
You're the honey dripping from my lips,
you're the lover of my life, the one that came without warning.



written by me... ..