February is the month of love. The month of red roses and pink candy, Valentine cards and dinner reservations. It is fitting then to…
I understand why Women stay……
We fight, we argue and then we fight again.
Your hand rubs freshly trimmed hairOn the back of my headLike a wave of wind over tall grassUndulating…
“Make no room for regrets. Tomorrow is not promised & today is short.”
Guy on Tinder: You’re gorgeous!Me: Aww you’re sweet. Guy: Are they real boobs?Me: Didn’t waste any time there, did…
The flower shop said theywere sold out.
Guy on Tinder: Hey! How are you?Me: I’m good! You?Guy: Doing well, thanks. What’d you do today?Me: Just worked. You…
When was the last timeyou appreciated your smile
It’s a classic mess.
….One day it’s going to happen for sure!
Beth and Alan rushed home to their Los Angeles bungalow to open the package they’d been waiting on for over a…
Kiss me softly
and with your fingertips
trace your secrets
onto my chest
This is the tale of the buried treasure within us …of Love. See if you find your story somewhere there, all of…
The success you have or happiness you experience doesn’t come from who your parents are…
I remember a lady saying,
Mirror of a rainy FridayTold by affection and obligationOne perfect truth inscribedIt did happenAnd remains cherishedThe tale…
Get Lost
by William White
They’d had a fight. Another one. Maybe the third this week? She told him to “get lost”.
love done right looks likelong goodbyes and slow kissesbefore departing
Ask me if I
We stay in different cities and hardly ever meet. When we do, it is an explosion of pent-up passion subsiding into tenderness. We wrap ourselves in each other and let our fingertips absorb our smells to pulsate through us later. To keep us company in our aloneness the day after.
Weaved in me is bluest skies
Gracias, Mi Bella
For dreaming of me, while I was dreaming of you
Seeing me as I see you
Recognizing our shared dream made manifest
Where love is found and made
Window blind crushinga winter hardy flower,red petal mizzle.