Longing

Seeing your face
My soul finally feels at peace
Seeing your face
My heartbeat does quicken in pace
The long drive is only a tease
Thoughts scattered in tiny pieces
Seeing your face

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Her heart breaks each time she leaves.
There is nothing to put her mind at ease.
Brown eyes fill to overflowing,
But in the recesses of her mind there is a knowing
That she'll be back. And then she breathes.

She knows this one can fulfill her needs,
But everywhere she looks around her she sees
Tailights in the opposite direction - going
Her heart breaks.

She has folded her pain, leaving a crease
To tear along, hoping the hurt will cease.
She leans on the railing, smoke blowing
In the wind, tears freely flowing,
Just hoping to finally feel free.
Her heart breaks.

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The softness of your touch amazes me
Attention paid to the gentelest caress
The lightness of your fingertips almost brings me to my knees
The softness of your touch amazes me
Making me tingle, hover, as in a dream
Or wonder, puzzle, as in a test
The softness of your touch amazes me
Attention paid to the gentelest caress

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The wonders of your body surprise
me each time that we make love, and
I can't believe the beauty
shining through those brown eyes.
Stay here forever.
Inviting arms
await you.
Love will
stay.

Hanging On

Running out of time

Sand flows through the glass quickly

Decisions aren't made

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That voice swells with pain

It trembles with such sadness

Shrinking behind fear

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Tears won't stop falling

Eyes welling with dew each day

On the threshhold of despair

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In the distance - life

New beginnings and fresh starts

It's too far away

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Clouds stay in that head

Troubling a precious mind

Creating hurt and anger

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No sun will shine here

All hope has forsaken us

The distance is much too great

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Uncontrollable

Racking sobs from deep inside

Loss is felt deep down

Drabbles

Brown eyes, intense, sad

Searching for a better life

Tears falling like rain

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Beautiful woman

Soft fingers upon my back

My heart bursts with happiness

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The softest body

Warm and inviting to me

Pressing, burning, Fire

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We lay in her bed

She's snuggled closely

On my shoulder, quiet

Breathing deeply, soundly

Drifting off in comfort

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She's cooking breakfast

Putting weight on just one foot

Toes of the other

Suspended, grazing the floor

I watch, enraptured by her

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Jess

Eager, captivating

Loving, trusting, waiting

She sits wanting, yearning

Beauty

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Her

Black hair

Won't be tamed

Curling tightly

At

The

Nape of

That gorgeous

Sensitive neck

And

In

The bright

Sun it is

A twinkling mass

of

Stars

Looping

And shining

In between each

other

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I

Brush my

Lips over

Her full, waiting

Mouth

I

Touch her

In that place

She can't resist

And

I

Kiss it

Softly in

Love and wonder

With

The

Very

Tip of my

Tongue I flick it

And

A

Soft moan

Escapes from

Her mouth. She jumps

Sighs

And

Pulls me

in deeper to

Her

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Jess

It means giving, caring, hoping

It is infinity

It is creamy morning coffee

It is seeing her our first time at the mall

It is the memory of meeting her in New Orleans

Where I first fell in love a little

When she waited with me at Cafe Du Monde

Her name is Jess

It means that she has given me her heart

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Part of her is vivid orange -

fresh and bright

tangy and intoxicating

drinking in the sun's rays with my hand in hers.

But deep inside there's another part,

deep sea blue, like the hottest part of a flame -

scared and uncertain

angry and resentful

burning with desire to wish things undone.

Yet they're both very real,

and they're both my sweet girl.

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Taking Root

Of course it's genuine. It's real. It's exciting, scary, wonderful, intense. I wouldn't have quit my career, uprooted my life, and moved to another state on a whim. The feelings are there. They're permanent. Yes, it's been fast, but it's also been a long time coming. Honestly, I have wanted her since the first day I met her. And anyway, I'm not looking for "just" a relationship. It's settle down time, time to start actually living my life, both for myself and my love, who so desperately and achingly needs it. No more messing around, wasting time. There is no more time to waste, for either of us. I'm filled with trepidation and am leaving my comfort zone and going into a complete unknown. Blind. My heart is leading me. But I can't wait. My heart is pumping, my blood racing. She doesn't have to worry with me or about me. It does seem too good to be true, though, like it's all one colossal joke that's being played on me, a payback for all of my wrongdoings, and it's going to be yanked out from under me just when I'm at my most content. I'm here for her, though. She can rely on me, trust me, feel comfort because of me. I need it too, though. Neither of us has had a very easy time before incredibly inbelievable circumstances led us to each other's waiting arms. I want someone who is eager to come home to me or is excited for me to come home. Care about what kind of day I had. Surprise me on occasion, not because you feel like you have to, but simply because you care enough to want to. Watch me when I'm not looking. Touch me nonchalantly when you walk past me. Love me.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength; loving someone deeply gives you courage. - Lao Tzu

A Few of My Favorite Things

You fill my heart to overflowing and sometimes I don’t feel that I can stand the intensity of it all. There are so many things you do that make my head spin and my insides quiver.
I love

the way you look without any makeup on, especially when you don’t like it so much. You’re at your most beautiful then, even though you don’t think so. Feisty.

your sweet smile and the cute dimples it makes. They change your whole face, making you seem a little more innocent than you are. Your entire being seems to lighten up. I don’t see either as much as I’d like, so for me, it’s a treat.

your smell. You are so clean, so pure, so comforting. You smell like home, like safety, like love. One of my favorite things is to bury my face in your neck, on the side, or behind an ear, or on the back under those beautiful black curls, and just inhale. I want all of you inside me.

the way you walk. You have attitude, and it makes you swagger, swinging those sexy hips from side to side. I can’t get enough of watching you from behind. It’s like you’re on a mission every time you place one foot in front of the other, everyone else watch out!

that you’re such a woman and love makeup, perfume, and shopping! And those curves, my God those curves…

your lips—those full, delicious, gorgeous lips. I watch you talk just so I can see the nuances of their movement. I love kissing them and sucking on them, running my tongue over them when we make love. You say they are your daddy’s lips, and for that, I am ever so grateful.

your accent. It defines you in some ways, makes you part of who you are. I devour every word that comes out of your mouth, savoring and enjoying the stresses and syllables new to my ears. I love it most when you say my name.

that beautiful, black, unruly hair. Those curly tresses drive me wild.

your body—every single soft brown inch of it. Baby, even though you may not think so, you really are one of the most unbelievably stunning women I’ve ever seen in my life.

the small of your back, where it dips deep down, curving in right above your butt. That’s where I like to kiss and lick and run my lips—right there in that valley.

when you look at me or touch me when you’re not supposed to, and when you say something that you know I can’t respond to because I’m around other people. I know you know it makes me want you more, and that’s exactly why you do it.

your laughs—the quiet chuckle when you’ve done or said something naughty—the big, boisterous, hearty laugh when you’re really excited or happy, mostly around your family—the little hum hum under your lips that you push out with the back of your throat, the one that escapes when you feel comfort, when you’re tired, or just waking up.

Spring Is Here

The Other Side

Selfishness has always come easy for me. It's never been something I've had to work at; in fact, it's quite easy being all about me, me, me. However, I have recently come to realize that that may have been a major factor in my unhappiness.

I've never really understood the unconditional love a parent has for a child, a parent who would give everything of themself and more just to ensure the happiness of another human being. I believe I know something of that selflessness now. It's not because I have become a mother, though. It's because I have found someone who doesn't make me think twice about myself.

I have fallen so utterly hard in love that I'm finally not my number one priority now. And I like it. I like it a lot. It's a little confounding to me that giving everything of myself to someone else can be so rewarding. It's somewhat of a mystery to me, but not one that I find necessary to solve. I'm content with trying to give her the world. I want her to have not only everything she needs, but also everything she wants. I want her to want for nothing.

And yes, it all is something of a paradox because I am, in fact, doing something that makes me happy. But it's not all about me anymore. It is imperative that she feel loved and wanted and important and and safe when I wrap my arms around her. She is my world.

A Lifting, Clearing

Dark eyes searching,

delving deep into my soul

probing,

hunting

for a spark of the truth that I promised

or

a clue to another heart breaking facade.

Pain lies in those dark pools,

often misted over

with the threat of tears.

The hurt burrows deep,

unwilling to relinquish the tortured heart

that it has overwhelmed.

It's losing its strength,

becoming weakened by

love and caring

trust and honesty

loyalty and hope.

Soon, those pools will be clear.

Sparkling.

Shining.

Twinkling in the light of love.