late summer haiku
poppy seeds scatter to soil
illusions shattered
dead rose petals fall softly
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(this one is not about sex)
i have words on my tongue that i want you to find (only you will understand them) there is sweetness buried deep inside waiting for your sophisticated palette the tender places– the ones with thousands of nerves– await your gentlest caress (this one is not about sex) my beloved, when our hearts find each other…
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sunday morning haiku
This misty, Sunday morning, so cozy and warm. A world of wonder awaits!
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zaftig women awaken
Some friends shared their favorite words with me on Facebook so I decided to create a little short story with them. She looked at the beautiful faces around her and her heart was filled with warmth. This was indeed kismet and she felt more at home in her skin than she ever had. Loving, zaftig…
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The streets are no longer empty but sometimes still await our joyful return…
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violent devotion
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.
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farewell
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
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