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Heart of a poet, mind of a pervert. God grant me the serenity to change things I cannot accept, the courage to kill things I cannot change, and the wisdom find where the sneaky fucks hide.
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| Friday, April 25, 2014, 10:55:08 PM- | ||||||
When I was young, I used to stretch out in the cool grass and wonder who painted the sky. Of course, once I became more enlightened, I discovered something all together different. Today I was staring off into the distance, just wishing to be elsewhere, when I noticed the clouds. Without forethought or contemplation, the little boy popped up out of the grass and called shenanigans. "Look! Look! LOOK! There, where he changed colors! You can see the brush strokes!!!!" Funny how the subconscious can so quickly be a child again. For a moment I was 8 again, rolling around in the grass, cackling like a sneak theif, and shouting "I told you!"  I don't know if you can see it in the phone pic, but it was a sky full of brush strokes. | ||||||
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| Friday, April 25, 2014, 5:25:36 AM- | ||||||
A nibble on a lower lips that trails over inviting neck. Which is more distracting, the teeth that slip over tasty shoulders, or the nails that lightly circle over lower back? Large hands wrapped over delicious waist pulling you in tightly. Oh, how the mind does race. Tender nipples pressing into warm chest. How long before nails must sample that perfect ass? How long before fingers stretch to take in more and pull you tighter? How long before they lift you back to this hungry kiss. Your back must be getting cold. Turn a around let your body be pulled back into mine. These lips have hours of exploration yet to do. They will not rest until they savor all of you. | ||||||
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| Thursday, April 24, 2014, 9:16:03 PM- Uh hu | ||||||
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| Thursday, April 24, 2014, 4:30:05 AM- not another | ||||||
Another beautiful spring morn, another want to start the day with your kiss, another gentle kiss and the day is born, another caress that lingers throughout the days reminisce, another welcome home in her heart's embrace, another kiss I am sent floating off to dream, not another hope any other could replace, not another as perfect as your kiss in the morning suns first beams. | ||||||
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| Monday, April 21, 2014, 5:53:27 AM- | ||||||
I don't care the words. I just want to hear Voice so very sweet Please come bless my ear Like a delicate touch Come wash away my fear Speak of anything I will feel you near Even a whisper My heart will hear | ||||||
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| Monday, April 21, 2014, 3:25:37 AM- | ||||||
I can think about you in the quiet time. In times when the world passes one like me by. The world forgets me, and I remember you. I can speak to you in rhythm and with rhyme. Yet simple prose does not quiet my heart's sigh. How long, I wonder, before I hold you. | ||||||
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| Monday, April 21, 2014, 12:29:25 AM- Lego Sunday | ||||||
Hey! It's Easter. So, I am officially making it Lego Sunday. Ok, so I have no official anything but this is cute none the less.  | ||||||
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| Sunday, April 20, 2014, 4:28:54 AM- | ||||||
I like it soft and warm like a summer rain Those eyes, those lips, oh my, girl I'm glad you came a blessing in everything that you do my favorite part of you, is the way we move | ||||||
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| Thursday, April 17, 2014, 5:36:21 AM- | ||||||
Life is empty without you here. I so often wish I could cry or hope you in to being, but you remain there snug in my dreams. | ||||||
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| Wednesday, April 16, 2014, 9:05:31 PM- | ||||||
A quiet moment alone in a cool spring breeze. Give yourself away. Let the breeze not pass over but through. Let the cool air replace every piece, every part of you. Trials, tribulations, worries, wonders, fates, fears, exist with you elsewhere, but you are no longer. Here is only this wind. Simple complete without end. | ||||||
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