long, slow deep kissing

There always has been a strange cultural divide with certain kind of women my entire life. There was the case of Kelly, a tall-leggy just flat out hot blonde whose goal was to make $26,000 a year and she figured she had it all planned. That may have been 1985, as far as I canContinue reading “long, slow deep kissing”

The Shootings

Last year’s Orlando shootings followed by the November National 2016 Elections were tantamount to the events that informed my going underground and to a better footing of safety in a dangerous terroristic world changing, shifting, abandoning, losing me. The Depression ensued and it was terrible. Winter came and left. Spring came and left. Summer wasContinue reading “The Shootings”

piano solo

The next three months are an end of a season and I wonder who will be her Winter Solstice celebrant instead of Me.

Sunday Morning Lover

a sunday kind of love (don’t ever go)   can’t lie (waiting just to love you) if i say that i love her (the look of love is in your eyes) and when i kiss her good morning (the look of love is on your face) seal it with a kiss (a look your smileContinue reading “Sunday Morning Lover”

underwater filmica

Since the Presidential Elections, I’ve been in hiding. It feels as though I’ll be shot in the back or on my knees me watching the gun against my head go off and that’s all I have ever written, baby girl. To overcompensate (because I share¬†biomarking familial lineage of OCD), my step counting is near perfection.Continue reading “underwater filmica”