It has come to my attention that we have outlived any usefulness between us. It would seem that anytime you withheld sex or I money, we became bereft of agenda. And activity. I am far from perfect, I know. But it is my opinion that there are things that you need to hear. Things concerning … Continue reading Hey Baby…
Lovemaking or sex In Abu Dhabi or Zanzibar Half a dozen; or six We are what we are. °°°°°°° We are deeper than sorrow What we do has no cure Love we cannot disavow No one will ever love you more. ~~~~~~~ Sit on your throne Khaleesi I; I am, decrees it Lo... We are … Continue reading Here & Now
Every time I see him, I 'die' inside. On the night we met, everything was perfect. My cousin had invited me to come hang out with her boyfriend and 'his friend'. I know her boyfriend, but I did not like him much. Since birds of a feather flock together, I was certain that I would … Continue reading ‘Yo Mamma’
I am like an assassin That is reluctant to cause hurt I am like a dragon Holding its own jaws shut. ×°×° I have an inferno within Raging, crackling tongues of fire Your love Vesuvius, mine Krakatoa! ×°× That is why I am silent My words will break your spirit. ×° I am trying not … Continue reading Pax Et Quietam
If you can manage it Except when you make love to her Do not make her cry often. In retrospect I suffer wisdom Because I learned the hard way Tears make up your love in her heart. Every time you make her cry You deplete her love for you Happy tears though, fill love back … Continue reading Nah Woman No Cry
There is a quota It will be met one way or another By you or another This need must be met. Said quota is a desire Arguably a burning need Disagree all you want This need must be met. It mostly sets the sexes askew They become inept umpires Regulating psychological needs This need must … Continue reading Inevitable
Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still All frosty; naught moist nor turgid So cold. So polite. Desolate... I have left her I should be with you Yet we are bereft... It should be you here It was all for us Pyrrhic this victory. Bleak ice-blue walls thickening still All frosty; naught moist nor turgid So cold. … Continue reading Oh Love!