Precious quiet moments we treasure
They’re much too infrequent, but always a pleasure
Sharing a knowing look, a smile, a kiss
When we’re apart those are the things we miss
Stolen moments are much too rare
They are the times we love to share
We reminisce about the days of old
Discussing things that should never be told
Basking in each others company with delight
Wondering if we’ll ever get to share a night
For now, we must be and are content
With each and every Stolen Moment
Unbeknownst to many people
there’s much, much more to sex
than the actual act of intercourse
It is a relationship
that entails
commitment, imagination and
the opening of one’s self to the unknown.
Going back to the experimental days of high school
where an orgasmic grind was mind blowing
when talking dirty created physical reactions
How the mere thought of a touch or a word
could start a river flowing.
Give me now, the innocence, carefree spirit
and ambition of adolescence
mixed with the maturity and know how
of adulthood
and you will make me
a blissfully happy,
sexually fulfilled…
Woman.
It’s Not Her Fault
It’s not her fault that you ignored forbidden lines,
That you entered into territory that wasn’t meant for you
That you violated & destroyed a child’s innocence
That you damaged a child emotionally & psychologically for decades
That you side tracked her path to greatness into
Loneliness
Pain
Despair
Self-doubt
Self-loathing
Mistrust
Hatred
None of it was/is her fault
But it’s her burden to bear
It’s her wound to heal
It’s her scar to wear
on her wounded soul
Human nature is
dictated by curiosity.
We want what we can’t have
We like to play with fire.
Feel the heat!
We desire
sensuous bedroom eyes
soft lips and gentle caresses.
Precious few moments
for stolen kisses.
Hidden signs that tell of
future meetings.
Intense flames!
We long for romantic encounters.
The stuff novels are made of
star filled nights
exploding with hot passion.
Hearts and bodies becoming one.
Passion!
Fuego!!
Consumed by the Fire!!!
A ten-foot Black Heart was erected
Today by a man with a broken, lonely heart to
share with all others who are sad, broken-hearted, lonely,
& single. Tired of seeing others smiling, starry-eyed, carrying
heart-shaped balloons lying “I love you”; proudly sporting roses
that’ll die as quickly as “love” can; as well as cards, candy and
stupid lookin teddy bears. Wishing for a dart gun to pop those
balloons and praying this God forsaken day will be over
with soon. Hoping no one else will smile at you and
say “Happy Valentine’s Day” at which point you
either scream, cry, or ask “What’s so Damn
happy about it”, or quietly grumble
“Happy #@! Valentines
to you, too!”
Lonely Hearts
Day
I’m sorry
but your “sorry”
just ain’t sorry enough….
Not enough to:
– heal the hurt of a heaving heart
– repair the soul you’ve shattered
– dry the tears leaking from my swollen eyes
– alleviate this unbearable pain
It’s too little, too late to fill the chasm left by your thoughtless actions
followed by your stinging words
You’re sorry? For what?
For getting caught?
For my silence?
For my absence?
Hmmmph!!
You may be sorry
but your pathetic apology ain’t enough
to heal this hurt or right this wrong.
Go be sorry with her.
Meeting someone for the first time
that you’ve known before.
How could that be?
Reaching out to shake their hand
jolted by electricity.
Was that generated by me?
Getting to know each other
you talk, laugh and share.
Your souls quickly become
an inseparable pair.
Having so much in common with them
just seems too unreal.
Can’t begin to express to them
just how you feel.
So many words between you
that go unspoken.
A spiritual bond
that can never be broken.
No need to speak of things
you already know
Your kindred spirits will be as one
no matter where you two may go.
As we speed into the new millenium
There is a vast expansion of technology, but . . .
What about expanding our minds
What about demonstrating humanity
What about providing equal educational opportunities
What about awakening or social conscious
What about extending wealth & health to all people
What about practicing racial & sexual tolerance
What about embarking on overseas missions at home
What about love & respect for ourselves & for others
What about protecting our children
What about honoring our aged
Now is the time for change & growth
Now is the time to move in a new direction.
As I look out
at the autumn leaves
turning beautiful shades
of yellow, gold, orange and red.
I think of you.
Here I stand, admiring
the quiet, shimmering surface of the bay.
As I turn to watch
the rising waves of the ocean
gently kiss the beach
and listen to the cry
of the seagulls soaring above
I cry with them
And think of you.
Now I ride into the sunset
awestruck at God’s painting
of pink, purple, blue and orange
broken only by strokes of grey.
I find myself thanking God
for creating such beautiful things
And I think of you.
Everything that is Beautiful
reminds me of you.
(inspired by all the beautiful people who have passed through my life.)
What is love?
I don’t know.
How does it feel?
Wonderful.
How can you know how it feels but you don’t know what it is?
It’s a feeling.
What kind of feeling?
A gut reaction, something only your heart can tell you.
Why not your mind?
Because it is an emotion, not a thought process.
How can you be sure if its real?
You just know.
Suppose you’re not really sure?
Then you’re probably not in love.
How can such a little word cause so much controversy? Does anyone know what it is?
Leo Buscaglio, a professor a California Univ. said,
“Perhaps love is the process of my gently leading you back to yourself.”
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