Nostalgia’s quick and easy grasp the memory trigger pushes us up and over the edge we go. There’s no use in feeling the height of this fall will be enough to kill us both. We have these last few seconds here on this earth before we reset and start again. Her hands have always been […]

From this start until our last, it’s hard to get out of our own way. Yesterday had all its promises, yet today we have no imagination still stuck in our stubborn ways. If words are all that we’ll ever have let’s make each writing a trigger back to the days when we were lovers. That […]

With everything all figured out, it’s been a week now since speaking strictly in confidence. Love torn is love divided and it is all too easy to go all quiet. When yesterday spoke and refused the hand a coveted position was lost or was it stolen? The seasons do not ask if it is their […]

Accepting the invitation, as much as he would not meant giving his chance away. At second or third thought it would have been crazy of him to turn down such a request. It would have taken in fact the strength of ten very muscled bound men to stop this strange encounter from ever happening, but […]

When devotion is born from two sides it’s easy to see how and why a temporary bond can join. Temporary simply because time can’t stand still or alone. Where one wants and shares the other may give and please, this balance is easily transferable. Love has its own currency some choose to hoard and save, […]

With rarely used eyes imperfectly perfect as they are you’re the crowd favorite it’s hard not to notice why the beautiful distracted girl always remains the same. Standing here in front of stone even I try not to notice, this difficult path ahead I casually turn and look away today there is something special. Beauty […]

In the solitude of these hours the house slowly wakes. Plastic garbage bags strewn about a first year of college is finally over. Today is like the first day of summer, even if it were a month too soon. The sky looks so differently here, the previous years of drought are gone. The memory floods […]

Bad posture and miracles it’s satisfying to finally get my turn oh to be the narcissist starting everything with I, Me or My. It’s about time I fell in line and ended things with my lover I’m tired of thinking that just about anything can be fixed if given the right time and attention. I’m […]

It’s been a while since we last met that intense desire to get you undressed we try making small talk, it never works. Thumbs to waist getting pants off, jumping in an excited bed begging to feel alive again. Cold knees on hips, the saddle, squeezing with your weight. The forgotten the playlist, hands awkwardly […]

I wish she never swore, because I swear my mood had a real need to take a piece of her. Both the good and bad sit equally on both my shoulders. Bent over and spanked, the naughty girl and her look begs, looms heavily over head. Truly, she needs forever to make it here, next […]

When we speak our truths there are certain words we use, words that help define and explain who or what we are inside. It wasn’t my intention to get all philosophical, but love, was something on my mind today. Love must be at the top of my list, it helps define my awkward attentiveness. Love […]

Love was answered and it was torn. There is still enough fabric though to bring her back to life again, because I need her now on my better side it’s where she naturally belongs. Perhaps her fabric was already damaged, it’s too late to judge or know, too late to be cut or sewn. We […]

If you want to buy my attention please bring something other than your precious coins and wants. If you’re going to stand alongside me, just bring your hand. If you plan to please and perform make sure you take me to that place where we first kissed. It’s still not too late, you can dress […]

Share your thoughts with mine, half slacked and entwined. I want you it won’t matter where we sleep, as long as we’re both there touching skin to skin like the last time at your house. Looking in has always sounded nice don’t refuse the invite, poet are you there? I could make you my very […]