She said she wanted to soar
to drift on a warm summer breeze.
How could I refuse such a request?
With grown-up hands a child-like plane I did craft.
The perfect vehicle to carry her anywhere her heart desired
for paper is all that is needed to carry a dream or a spirit.
I like you
I love you
I like loving you
I love liking you
I love you
I like you
You are just so….. YOU!!!
She visited my dream last night
unexpected and unnerving
A haunting visage of the past
After more than two years
Does she still hate me?
I am poison to her happiness
Maybe she was a dream from the start
it almost feels like it now
Yet she still makes me smile,
if only in memories and dreams
and I miss her
Poetry and writing
Reality and fiction
We all bare our hearts and souls in this place
Our fears, love, joy and pain
Shared with people we know
and with total strangers
But do they really hears us?
Can they feel what we write on the level we write it?
Can they make all our words about love, pain and sex superfluous?
We only have our words to express ourselves here
But there is something deeper out there
And it’s real
In this season of love and peace
I wish that all will find that special someone who hears you
Her: “Did you wash your hands yet?”
Him: “No, why would I?”
Her: “Because your fingers are covered in my cum”
Him: “Yes they are. Does that bother you?”
Her: “Not really, but you still have to eat lunch”
Him: “Yes I do, and….?”
Her: “Won’t that ruin your meal?”
Him: “Not in the least. I love the way you taste”
Her: “And my scent doesn’t distract you?”
Him: “Of course it does. I crave it like a drug”
Her: “I don’t understand you sometimes”
Him: “You don’t need to understand my dear. Just smile and say, Thank you”
Her: “Thank you” (Smile)
As she has a natural tendency to do, BB provided significant motivation and inspiration for this duet. If you’d like to get a little tingle in your nether regions, shed a tear or have a laugh she can provide all of those and then some. Please go check her out at The Migraine Chronicles and enjoy.
I believe in many things
Of this world
I believe we linger
We linger if there is work left undone
If there are hearts yet to touch
Our soul speaks
After our flesh has passed
It speaks to those who are willing
I believe some souls reach back
From ABOVE and beyond
Messengers to the living
They are perfect once again
In dreams and memories
Of the past
And things yet to come
I believe there is a time
A time those who have passed
Reach back and touch the living
To guide and console
To push and cajole
Sometimes no more than a moment
Sometimes days after
And yet sometimes
They are with us for weeks or months
After they are gone from this world
But they DO reach back
To finish the business of their heart
Be open when they reach for you
It is out of love they defy death
If only for a moment