Lover, paint me with your desire! Write your poetry on my flesh– with your teeth. Lover, splash with me in the puddles of life! Explore the landscape of my earth– with your tongue. Lover, play with me with deviant innocence! Write your opus with whispers of song– to my heart. Lover, come to me now…
The fierce rain pounding against my window fills me with ardour. Every drop is an act of devotion from sky to earth. Sometimes love is violent.
She loves her body and her breasts and delights in her own flesh and shares it with whomever is courageous enough to live their truth and stand by her in the Light.
In my Free Will Astrology reading for this week, Rob Brezny urges me to “Surrender to the naked truth of what you love,” in order to open the door to my future. What follows is an unfiltered free write on the naked truth of what I love. The naked truth, after all, is a big…
“Obsession is a young man’s game.” ~From the film The Prestige I just watched this fabulous film which is rich with layers of narrative about the human condition, the restless, conflicted soul and obsession. It’s sometimes hard to see one’s shadow and inner conflict reflected back but that is a function of art, not unlike…
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.