things aren't always what they seem
this speaks for itself
this speaks for itself
Erotic Pear I have discovered a few things about myself recently. Here are little things that bring me Seconds of Pleasure (often more) and will always keep me coming back for more: My lover holding the back of my head tight while he kisses me tenderly or cupping my face in his hands and moving…
my days of feeding the hungry ghosts are over the men (and sometimes women) who hover on the outside wanting to steal my soul and put my spirit–my light–in a gourd to drink from when they are empty or sad or lonely no more! yes i see your pain and sorrow and yes, you are…
When the words stop And you can endure the silence That reveals your heart’s Pain Of emptiness Or that great wrenching-sweet longing, That is the time to try and listen To what the Beloved’s Eyes Most want To Say. ~Hafiz (as translated by Daniel Ladinsky in “The Gift”)
Close every door to me, Hide all the world from me Bar all the windows And shut out the light Do what you want with me, Hate me and laugh at me Darken my daytime And torture my night If my life were important I Would ask will I live or die But I know…
I recently ran across a blog post, written by a former lover, that was clearly (although not directly) referring to this post of mine about reclaiming our true self and learning to say yes to our creative selves. It made me smile because what he is referring to is exactly what I do every, single…
I’ve just been visiting Keri Smith’s blog and reading her 100 ideas. She completely kicks ass. I told her so and I’m telling you. Her list inspired me to come up with my own list, “100 Paths to Ecstasy” on my site. There’s a chill in the air and the sun is peeking out illuminating…