The nights when we are apart, I think of you so often that it’s like you’re actually here next to me. I reach out to touch you in vain. Magic.
You entered my life in a moment of blue. Shared just enough for the words to be true. • Your life had taken an interesting turn — No kids, no marriage, no love, no burn.
If this love is all I have in this lifetime, then my heart can learn to be content.
The sun caught his hair and face at an angle and softened his rugged features. My eyes studied him intently in that moment and I knew that I wouldn’t forget it soon.
The sound of the ocean calms me. • In the moments when I’m looking out toward where the water meets the sky, I feel that it’s ok to not have it all figured out because the ocean is too big to feel we can ever conquer it —and so it is about life.
Sometimes, alone, it all seems unbearable... insurmountable even. But when you’re near me, with just a kiss, a touch, a glance, you calm my heart.
Sometimes, I close my eyes and imagine a life where you, my beautiful lover, come home around 6. Dinner is ready or almost and you greet me in the kitchen. I’m happy to see you and you’re happy to see me.
Night one without you, the pain was so raw -- a million short breaths, shallow breathing through a straw.
He only loves me for my lips. I know it, even if He says different. • It’s the way He looks at my mouth when I speak, and the hunger when we kiss that has me convinced. He fell in love with my mouth, but not for the intellect conveyed... no, but for the voluptuous beauty and softness on full display.
Slide my chair in front of yours, a coffee table in between. My legs stretched out gently brush the side of your pants.