Escape

Travel was her escape Alone on the highway Of lost harmony Rejecting her depressed Criticism of confusion Memories dance in the wind Like a forrest fire Destroying the calloused images in her soul Fears washed in her veins Running through the hurricane storm in her eyes Emerging are her genuine gossamer Wings of rebirth and …

Girlfriend Weekend

East side roots deep in our soul Threads the journey of our sisterhood Our hearts remain filled with the youth of yesteryear As time tracks the lines Across our girly faces Boys turn to men changing our path Love till death us do part Shattered to pieces as we Forever claim the memory Looking backward …

Epiphany

The pain is buried deep In the scars of her soul She didn't earn these scars They were given to her When she let her guard down

Complicated

Erotic

Silky as the lips That part as she moans Curvy to the hips The hand on her roams Sweetly as erotic fragrances Titillating the senses Lusciously as a red rose Tenderness grows Barely words are spoken Taking in the motion Warmly as the candle burns The passion inside yearns Alluringly they are captivated To the …

Love My Mind

thank you PP

My Soulful Sister

I was terrified and had to escape - and the journey took me to my only safe place. I found a heavenly breed of woman, craving the same girlish wish. We learned sisterhood isn’t in our blood - But was missing from the life we exist. We can’t afford to judge, criticize, or blame Life …

I Can’t Help Myself

I hold my breath in anticipation of his words He transports me to before any of life’s Lessons brought me to my knees Yesterday remembers nothing Of the journey to now Tomorrow holds no promise Let me drown in the man until day flees

Touch

Your hands have not touched My skin yet Still I have never been touched By anyone like you Still It rushes through me In every pore Still Heat penetrates my skin I feel your fingers Still We do not touch Smoldering fantasies ignite burning lust Still Like lacey panties Desire for your touch Still

Memorial Day – (Tell me why the road turns)

Sunlight punctures through breaking silence from my windowpane memory. Yesterday’s joy emerge in a heartbeat of cold anguish. Laying on clouds made from froth atop his stein. The sweet child of long ago rolling on hemp. Fist clinches rose petals and lilac fields of satin. Hold my breath release nicotine failing white blood cells. All …