i see that the main storm missed n'awlins. although over a foot of rain may not constitute much of a miss. if you wanna talk about a major world class miss then i can talk all night. yessir, i miss her that bad. she said she thought she was doing ok at the gf thing and that she hadn't been so sure she would at the outset.
i always thought i would be cool with it, that it wouldn't bother me a lot. (previous gf's pipe down, i hear your howls of protest). turns out its bothering me a fair bit, but realities are what realities are. she has hers and i have mine and for right here, right now we got each other. thats a helluva lot more than most folks ever have.

her love given without strings
or binding chains
gossamer soft
a covering mantle over my worries and cares
fade resistant and unbreakable
timeless unending
ecstacy

Outside and In

Outside
the world is happening
cars blur by, whine of tires announcing their arrival and departure
limp lifeless flag in heavy morning air
smoke issues from crumbling chimney flue
evergreen sentinals watch all, see nothing

In
my thoughts revolve round her
dark haired vixen desirous
all my wants fulfilled
my thoughts sated for the mo
feel of flesh still desired
the need to hold so consuming
my eyes close, she comes to me

Winds of Love

On silvered moonbeams
she arrives for me

Her winged horse alights
mounted with her we depart

Transcending the heavens
to go to a better place

Together we fly
her and i

The her within me

When I wake my first thoughts are of her.
Is she awake and up or still dreaming?
Could she? Would she dream of me?
We talked last night, that always does it to me
I still can't believe there is a girl like her.

Her writing consumes me, I hunger for each word.
I want to wrap her thoughts around me
a cloke to ward off the emptiness of the day
To buoy me through the doldrums of ennui
They carry me to her arms
Open, outstretched to enfold

Whenever I wish I can close my eyes
and rush headlong to them
Sweet santuary from cold reality
Of my life and my mind.

Filling my day with sunshine
Even at midnights toll
Filling my soul with succor
She joins my part, I become whole

Curves

Heres to her curves that dip and delight
eyes pleasures by day
feel touches by night

sweet tracks for my tongue
painter's canvas for fingers
her pressed against me
sensation lingers

when given the choice
of curve or model defines
im all about the curves
i cant dig just lines

she blushingly slides her skirt
down over hips
her mound so inviting
an oohh 'scapes my lips

she offers herself so sweetly to me
i cannot refuse
shes all that i see

A Tempting Target

Framed by the doorway,
hands holding her up or her holding the frame?

spilled hair caressing her neck
hips thrust back provocatively
inviting me? No, daring me

I felt two reactions within me
and at the same time.
i felt my resolve weaken
and loins harden

Such a delicious combination
of girl and woman.
Much stronger men than I
have succombed.

Her effect immediate, electrifying
Adrenalin show, from the word go
heart racing, losing traction
pursuit of the goddess
all involving

He is back

I'm awfully glad he is.
Now its just one more to join
and the circle will be complete.

I see that things that were started have remained
curiously incomplete.
I have to hurry by the open doorways,
lest I'm tempted to turn in

I have a disease
and have it bad.
Apparently an ex-pres has it as well
Luckily for me
No blue dresses yet

The red scarf however,
a different story.

Note to self: One pic to post

Readers

soooo...
there are readers
i always hoped that there were
but doubt creeps in and fear raises its ficklesome head

writers need readers as much as
cam showers need watchers
both sides giving
both sides taking

NOTHING is ever a one-way street