One day, the love of my life turned to me with a quizzical look. She studied my face thoughtfully and asked, “Babes, why do you love me?” At the time, I gave her a short list of reasons, most of them superficial and not real reasons to love her (or anyone else). In case she ever asks me again, or wants to know, I’ve made this list…. Continue reading
Ah, my love, you act so well. Use whatever you can to let the world know you don’t want me anymore. And you strut and preen like someone who doesn’t need or want anyone for anything. You are independent, self-assured, and don’t give a fuck. And you’ll stop at nothing to prove that to me and everyone else. Even parade through here with countless others. Others….yes.
you skin’s always darker than mine.. you’ll joke that almost everything is darker than me.. your thumb on my lips makes you shiver.. your lips on my neck does me the same way.. it doesn’t have to be hard all the time.. it doesn’t have to go fast.. making love is a process.. it can’t be rushed.. & when we take our time, we end up the same color (red).. quivering about the same amount.. covered in love & smiles….
With a nod of her chin she gets my attention, “Have you had a break?” Her hand on the small of my back is firm and gentle at the same time.
I confess.. I wore “Hammer pants”. I listened to The New Kids and vowed my undying love to Jordan Knight. Continue reading
Every one of us knows what it means. You don’t have to be a cancer patient to know. And every patient who gets chemo will see it at one time or another. Every time you sit down in that chair and await the needle, it goes through your mind: is this the day they’ll send me home? Continue reading