Your image dances through my mind, smothering my thoughts,
And teasing me with memories.

Your love fills my heart ,
and dances through my veins,
warming my body and sparking my soul.
  
I want you at the most inappropriate times.
In ways that may surprise you.
As often as possible.

All because of a kiss.

I want a life that is wild, rare,
beautiful, and passionate.
A life that allows me to be me,
I want to embrace my Gypsy soul.
If that offends you, then I’m not for you.

If your offended when I throw back a
whiskey or three so be it.
I’m not a typical women.
I love to wander,
I enjoy the adventure of being lost.
  
I want to live a life of no regrets,
I want to try new things.
If I don’t like it oh well.
What does it matter,
I’ll try something different later.

I don’t want to be the person,
who never lives.
Because
they’re afraid of dying.
I don’t fear death,
But,
I do fear not living.

By nature, I’m tactual.
Hands on touchy.
I love the feel of silk on skin.
The softness of fur.
The coolness of glass.
When I come across objects of desire
I’m compelled to touch.
To run my hands over them.
Experience their texture.
Feel their warmth.
For me touching is understanding.
If you are my object of desire,
I will touch you,
It’s my nature.

I’m a dreamer not the space cadet type of dreamer but the other kind.
The one who believes that the world can be changed by dreams.
I believe in kindness and brotherly love and living peaceable with my neighbor.
You don’t need to believe as I do to be my friend or counted as family. I will openly share what and why I believe what I believe.  Please feel free to do the same but understand I stand firm in my beliefs.
Just as I expect you will in yours,
you will still have my respect and love even though we my disagree.
I will hear you I will listen I will be respectful of you and your beliefs.
These small attitudes could change the world.
But for some reason the world at large feels that might makes right.
That the biggest gun makes the biggest impact
The loudest rudest voice sets the tone for the conversation.
And so,
the dreamers and those who believe in kindness and brother love
take leave of the conversation.
But the world needs dreamers and kindness and brotherly love.
We have more hate more injustice then we know what to do with.
Its up to the Dreamers Believers
and Kindhearted to step up and step out.
Speak your truth dream your dreams love your fellow humans show them that
Peace is more than a Dream.
Calling all Dreamers step up, step out make your presents known.
We will change the world.

I am a chooser.
I choose to live wild.
I choose to be happy.
I choose to live in peace.
I choose kindness.
I choose empathy.
I choose understanding.
I choose motherhood.
I choose laughter.
I choose love.
Everyday I choose.
I don’t just let it happen.
I choose.
I’m a chooser.

What are these feelings ?
I'm bewildered.
I'm bemused.
I'm befuddled.
I'm bewitched.
Oh ****...…..
I'm in Love.

Your dangerous, he said.
Why, she replied.
Because your, wild.
And
You don’t need anyone.
She simply smiled.
She had learned long ago,
To never need a man.

Dear Devil
You can't use my past to break me.
Because that's what made me.
And
While I'm walking in your hood,
gonna act like I own the place.
So
Move aside.
Get outta my face.
Ya
Got no power took back what's mine.
Go ahead shine the light show them all my flaws.
Cause
I'm not afraid of who I am.
I am the sum of it all.
So
Be careful of the stranger walking in your hood.
She knows you can't break her
and you never could.

I don’t want what other girls want.
I don’t need what other girls need.
I need music to dance too,
a roaring fire,
good whiskey and someone to share it with.
I need solitude and sunshine.
I need walks in the rain,
and a comfy sweater.
I need a hand to hold,
deep kisses hugs to get lost in,
I want someone that handles the bold side of me.
I need to write and to read.
I want a love to get lost in.
I need to run wild and free.
But more than anything
I need someone that loves all of me.

Sitting at the bar trying to go far. flirting with the pretty girls.
Talking bout his Island life. Never ever mentions a wife.
Musing about  walking  free in the sand.
showing off a beautiful tan
but he's doing no harm
just playing it cool.
Then his cell phone rings.
That's when he lets it slip needs to go home to babysit.
The wife says it his turn now.
I look over and see him frown
And
That's when I hear him say.
I need five more minuets
Just five more minuets before I have to call it a day.
I love my little cockroaches but I'm tired  after my day.
Don't want to go home.
And I don't want to play.
I need five more minutes.
Just five more minuets.

Setting by the river lost in a smile
water swiftly running by
I hear your voice in the wind
I stop to listen
But its gone lost to me
such hope such promise
gone just gone
I softly sigh two souls lost
How can that be
When I look at you I see the sadness
I'm no longer your smile
And that's okay
But it is so hard to walk away
So hard to leave
So
I'm sitting by the river now lost in a sigh
wondering how I say good bye

I’m a handful.
I don’t take directions.
But I’m seldom lost.
I can’t be controlled.
But who really wants lapdog?
I can be moody.
But I love deeply, madly and fully.
I get lost in my thoughts.
But they’re mostly about you.
I’m a handful.
But I’m also a heartful.

The meadow green of your eyes.
Awoke the wild in me
The warm tenor of your voice has embraced my madness
And welcomed my gypsy soul.
Your kiss melted the frozen chamber of my heart.
You have awakened a passion in me I was unaware of,
or unwilling to admit existed.
Where we go from here, I don’ know.
All I know is that I’m forever changed.
With no desire to be the Ice Queen.

I don’t need a hero.
I’m not looking for someone to save me.
I saved myself long ago.
I don’t mind going solo.
I’m not looking for someone to complete me.
I am whole and complete, alone.
But
I’d like someone to join me in crazy adventures.
I want someone to pull me into a hug.
I’d like someone to dance me around the kitchen.
I want someone to see the beauty in my wild.
I’d like to be kissed on the neck when I least expect it.
That’s what I’d like that’s what I want.
What do you want?

If you were mine,
I’d make you sweet ginger tea.
I’d draw you a bath with mint and lavender oil.

If you were mine,
I’d fill the house with the smell of fresh baked bread.
I’d make you fresh butter and strawberry jam.

If you were mine,
I’d tuck you in and read to you until you fell asleep.
But your, not mine.

You belong to her so I watch from afar.
And wish.
You were mine.

I spent a life time changing diapers.
Wiping noses and tears.
Cleaning and cooking.
Don’t get me wrong I love my family.
But It’s my turn now.
And
I want more I want me.
Is that too much to ask.
I want to be me.
But first I have to find me.
Where do I start.
When I look in the mirror.
I don’t see me.
Only a vague reflection of who I was.
And I miss her.
Her love of life. Her secret smile.
The way she moved from one emotion to another,
like a humming bird looking for nectar.
I miss the soft lines of her smile
The laughter that brought tears.
The tears that brought laughter.
The way she would spin in the sunshine arms open,
face upturned expectant.
How did I lose her?
Where is she?
how do I find her?
I want her back.
Is that too much to ask.
V C Vaughn

Irish Girl
They say that good girls are made of sugar and spice.
And Irish girls are made of Jameson and Ice.
For the most part I believe that to be true.
I’m an Irish/ Scottish, Gypsy/ Welsh girl
yes, that’s an odd combo.
But it’s me.
I’m one of the 2% you know the redheads.
Unlike the other unicorns in my tribe.
My eyes are not blue or green.
I have Gypsy eyes the color of Milk chocolate
If a storm cloud of emotions overwhelms me,
and my eyes go from milk chocolate,
to dark Chocolate its time to run for the hills.
Because a ***** storm is a brewing.
So, to say that my eyes are much to expressive.
Might be an understatement
Try as I might they can’t keep a secret.
I’m one of those Irish girls.
The one that never leave you guessing.
My eyes speak for me.
What they don’t say may face will.
Many a time I’ve found myself in a fine Kettle of ***** without saying a word.
Yes, I’m also one of those.
No matter what I do, my eyes roll my eyebrow arches
My lips push out and a look of total malcontent crosses my face.
And that snarky hellish malevolent lass makes an appearance.
And may the Lord have mercy on your soul because this wild-eyed Irish Gypsy will not.
SO,
It’s a good thing for world.
That for the most part I’m good natured.

I’m Irish-Gypsy lass I’m a bit different.
I’m a little wild. I’m a whole lotta rowdy.
I’m loud and sarcastic.
I’m an opinionated, passionate Redhead.
I’ve been called stubborn and times a handful.
Just to set the record straight I’m not stubborn I’m right
I am truly a handful but I’m also a heartful.
I have demons but I love hard.
And my love roars louder than any Demon.
I dance whenever, wherever the mood strikes me.
Be it the Park, grocery store, parking lot, my seat at the coffee shop.
I’m Irish like that.
I have the right to remain silent.
But being Irish I don’t have ability.
I’m blessed with the Irish gift of gab.
I like my Whiskey, Irish and on the rocks.
I like my cuppa tea like I like my men strong and sweet.
I like kisses long and deep.
I was raised with Irish proverbs, Tarot cards and palm reading.
I believe in God and the church.
And
I believe in the magic of the Faeries and Leprechauns.
I love the feel of moss and the scent of the trees.
I’m Irish-Gypsy flawsome.
Curves and sass straight whisky in a glass.

they say it takes two

2 to fall in love
2 to build a relationship
2 to make babies

but what happens when
there is truly only one

1 in love
1working the relationship
1 raising the babies

No one talks about that.
where are the wise words

I know it takes two but there’s only one here.

Lets dance turn up the music,
life is giving us lemons,
let’s make Limoncello.
If we go down,
let’s go down singing.
Just dance life’s not over,
just different.
Let’s make some music kick up our heels.
Let your family know they are loved.
And turn those lemons into lemon bars.

Mama was a singer a good one too.
She was a beauty a small redhead with an evil temper.
She always believed she’d be famous someday
and
if times had been different, she may have been,
but it was the fifties
and
well Mama didn’t even drive.
But oh,
She loved Elvis the man the myth the legend and the music.
I can remember Mama swaying to his music,
calling him the,
King  
Daddy gathering her in his arms,
setting her on his knee saying sing to me Bobby.
Her favorite song “Love me Tender”
a song I heard every day until I left home,
Mama humming along.
That’s
how I choose to remember Mama,
standing in the kitchen singing with Elvis.
Mama died young only 39,
She never saw me graduate college
Never meet her grandchildren
I have lots of memories of her
some good some bad.
But
the most constant is her standing at the stove
singing with The King.

Out my window there is nothing but wild.
The river rushes white the trees sway in the wind.
I hear the rain on the roof, as I curl up in the corner pen in hand.
My desire is to write you a love letter, but the words won’t come.
They all seem small and impotent.
They don’t convey what’s in my heart,
what I know is true, I love you.
I fear I’ll fail you, disappoint you, or worse yet lose you.
These are things I never want to happen.
But I also know it’s inevitable.
Just as the sun will rise, I will fail.
But with as much grace as I can mustard,
I will pick myself up dust myself off and try again.
Mama didn’t raise no quitter.

I come from a tribe of amazing redheaded unicorns or raven-haired Banshee’s.
Women so strong that most men run for the doors,
when we walk in.
Not only are we strong but for the most part our looks give men pause.
Some are beautiful some are pixie like.
Others are so exotic looking it makes you wonder how did they get eyes that green and is that a ring of gold around them.
I learned that my beauty is not greater than yours but different.
And we all have beauty, sometimes we just have to look deeper than other times.
This tribe of women raised me to be strong and fearless.
To understand that to serve is not a weakness but a strength.
To have a family is a gift to be treasured.
That knowledge is power. And if knowledge is power then education is imperative.
These Women taught me all I know.
They insured that should my world fall apart I, me, the person within would survive and thrive.
They taught me to only depend on God because people will fail you.
Because when it comes down to, they are only human and humans are weak.
From them I learned to plant a garden.
That growing things working in the dirt it grounds you and keeps you humble.
That there is more to cultivating then sticking a seed in the ground.
You must care for the seed make sure that it’s not chocked out by weeds or eaten by pests.
I learned to cultivate not only food but also family and friends.
I learned that bad habits like weeds choke out the good so don’t allow bad habits to take root
They taught me to sing loud and sing proud just make sure you know the words.
That it is okay to dance but yourself in wild abandonment.
That friends are family you pick yourself so pick wisely.
These women this tribe these Unicorns and Banshee’s strong and beautiful women paved the way for my success.
To them I owe a debt that can only be repaid by passing on to the next generation of Unicorns and Banshees their wisdom and knowledge.

I pride myself on my lack of need.
I’ve always taken care of myself.

Take what I want and give what I can.
Leave them wanting more.

But never losing myself.
Always holding back.

Never allowing myself to need.
I can want but never ever need.

I can handle the flame of want.
But not the fire of need.

Nobody makes love any more.
I’m not talking ***.
But the seduction,  the slow dance.
That lingering touch,  a finger across the breast bone.
A kiss on the cheek that whispers of things to come.
Soft lips on your neck ever so lightly.
That make you shiver.

Nobody makes love any more.
Where is that warm hand that softly moves your hair,
To place a kiss on the back of your neck
The kind of kiss that sends tingles down your spine.
Where is hand resting on the small of your back
slipping ever so slowly down to your dearie then back up.
The hand lovingly resting on your stomach as you sleep.


Nobody makes love any more.
Not even in the movies.
There are no lingering looks.
No blankets on the beach.
No stolen kisses in the moonlight.
Gone is the lover that knows you inside and out
up and down, that with one look can turn you inside out.

Nobody makes love any more.
Gone is the lingering embrace.
The one that makes you melt into your lover.
The casual touch of the hair.
Running your hand down their arm to clasp hands.
The touching of finger tips
The total feeling of bliss when two become one.

It’s sad that nobody makes love any more.

I long for time with you,
time just to be ourselves,
time get to know each other again.
Where different people now.
No longer young but not truly old.

When we were young life so was full of promise,
It held so many possibilities.
It was all,
Do I go left or right North or south?
Or…. should I just stand still and love where I am.

Now
Life goes by at warp speed.
Hours seem like minuets, minuets like seconds,
Weeks like days, months like weeks,
In the shake of my head a year has gone by.
Life is reminding me that time waits for no one.

I’m so done with mediocre.
So, I’m about to get selfish.
I’m going to spring for the good chocolate.
I’m drinking top shelf,
I’ll dance when the music moves me.
I’ll set by the river in the sunshine.
And,
I’ll find my passion.

One of the things I love about you,
is that you listened for the growl of my spirit.
And heard it,
when it was so muted it couldn’t be heard.
You coaxed my wild out of hiding, and
into the light.
For that alone I should love you.
But that’s not the reason that I do.
There’s no particular reason,
and then there’s everything.
The way you talk to me,
Touch me.  
The kiss to die for.
It’s what I see in your eyes,
in your smile.  
That I can make you chuckle,
at the most inappropriate times.
It is simply all about you.

Soft cresses
Gentle kisses
A desperate stirring
Raw desire exposed
Hands searching
Lips exploring
Bodies entwined
Passion spent

V C Vaughn

I dance to my own music,
beat my own drum,
slay my own dragons,
I’ve been called a pioneer,
a savage,
a witch, and *****.
I’m okay with that.
I’m safe in the knowledge
that I’m true to myself.
I chose my path and, it suites me.
I’ve forged rivers
and
climbed mountains
to be who I am.
A woman perfectly flawed
and
permanently, wild.

I’m petrified can’t admit this need.
If I need you that means I could lose you.
Losing you would end me.
So, I’ll want you with a Flame that Burns hotter than the sun.
I’ll want you till the stars fall from the sky.
But I'll never need you.

I live a life of wild.
Of wild wind
Of tall trees,
Rushing waters,
And red dragonflies.
I wander through fields
of wild Iris’s hidden by
Tall ferns and sweet daisy’s
I hear the laughter of the creek as it meanders to the sound. The call of the gold finches catch my attention
As they dance by  caught up
In the ritual of courting.
At night the strawberry moon smiles wishing me a goodnight and the stars shine like millions of fireflies.
Bright and out of reach.
From the outside looking in
My life may seem simple lacking excitement,
But I live a life of wild
Of wild wind
Of tall trees
Rushing waters
And red dragonflies.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I have spent my life coming in second.
If you can’t choose me now you never will.
See I’m done feeling like I’m not enough.
I’m done feeling Like it’s my fault.
The time has come to say goodbye.
I’d rather be alone.
Than let you make me cry.

She is who she is,
a classy sassy  woman.
She drives a tractor with the best of them.
She can use an emasculator,
hog tie a calf, castrate a boor,
Knock some sense into a 500lb steer,
give a rooster the what fore.
She is the Queen of her domain.
And
She wants an extraordinary, mad love,
full of passion anything else is a waste of her time.
She lives wild and works hard.
She doesn’t have time for midcore,
life is full of midcore and she’s had enough.
She wants a life full of flavor, color, texture,
good food, good whiskey, and passion.
But
Her mouth, woo she has the vocabulary,
of a poorly-educated sailor.
and
She can tell you where to go,
then make you look forward to the trip.
She’s easy to underestimate,
you know that harmless girl next door look,
a little nerdy funny is a sarcastic sort of way.
She’s been over looked often, and shakes it off,
until she walks away never to look back.
That’s when you realize what you lost.
And what a loss,
No one will love you like she did.