The Wastings

Another seasons come to pass, Spring has left her mark on me. I feel as if my very being has waken from life’s slumber, and there you are. This is not a new feeling that I have, only stronger than ever before. The moon was full just last night, my tidal soul was in, I…

It’s a broken off piece of wing on the ground before me. It won’t fly or ever grow back. It reminds me that I’m sad. Grounded as I am in life, a prisoner of my reality, I cannot fly, I can not fly, to escape my tragedy. Blue sky, green blooms abound, Colors of warmth…

It’s not easy writing flowery prose, uplifting thoughts avoid my mind, when I spend my days looking down my nose. Not down at you, or you, or even you, down at the self, within my mind wherein I reside, wishing I were you. There is beauty and charm I can see, this graces your smile,…

I long, no I ache to hold you near. To feel the softness of your breast under my palm. To feel the smooth skin of your thigh pressed near against mine, To see the ecstasy in your face as you climax time after time. To taste the nectar of your lips as we meet together…

Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night. There must be something unfinished, maybe there’s something more to say. Mothers’ come to visit from the other side of the grave. Mothers’ come to visit in the middle of the night, While I sleep I hear her speak, she only visits in my dreams….

I know your name, your age, and your address, Your best friend and your sexual preference, Who you dated in high school, and since then, Much more do I know, yet we’ve never met. Finding you out was easy, It only took me one day; I know you’ll think this is sleazy, But your license…