unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy

Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
unwrapping you thrill of opening new box of crayons curated my favorite colors you taste Granny Smith Apple Plum Wild Strawberry Jazzberry Jam your vibrancy
I see you yes, you poet you who lives behind the misty veil dwelling in the border between this world and a hundred other shadow
I have always loved the first time with a new lover the sense of adventure discovery experiencing their skin for the first time unclothed vulnerable
dance with me in this silvery pool of moonlight falling across your face watered silk clasp my hand hold it as delicately as firmly as
The sheets with tiny pink rosebuds, incongruously innocent, are tangled beneath us. Your lips travel slowly down from my earlobe to my neck, marking your
a jealous rain fell from the envious sky soaked your clothes translucent caressed your hair like a lover left lingering droplets on your eyelashes that
you peel back my layers slowly gently reverently one by one petals of a zinnia bud I take a risk resist the instinct to stay
you were my obsession or was I yours? when my ego was its all-time low you told me I was attractive sexy funny interesting irresistible
Me, unable to stop thinking about you You, the one I couldn’t have Push-me, pull-you Come closer Go away Me, always off-balance You, one minute