Tag Archives: my life

The little heart that could


Thinking about you is something I rarely do. It’s been close to 10 years & I’m still here reviewin your case. It hits me like bricks that it ended with your hits.  You said you liked me Respected me  Celebrated … Continue reading

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Feeling sexy 


At home fresh out the shower You’re on your way here Jamming to these slow songs   Meeting you at the door in a towel.  Water dripping off my hair.  Pulling you in & scooping you up.  Your clothes on … Continue reading

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The kick


The thing is I’m irritated just not by the things you keep asking about. My irritation is the comments about my ride. You know the one you ride in every day.  I’m irritated by the down play of my push … Continue reading

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letter from my silent voice


my hands hurt the second joints mostly on my left hand I’m irritable in a whole new way more restless than usual. What’s this new driving force in my system. why now am I feeling this utter contempt for my … Continue reading

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Bust it


beats are hot Girls are too  I see you with that shot  Damn  I’m jealous of a glass  Way you grip it & sip it. I mean damn  I motion you over  Oh shit here you come  Wish I had … Continue reading

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Perfection


Your mother named you Michael But I call you perfection Your 6’5 frame rivals my own Where I’m soft your hard Chiseled out of warm wood and clay You’re a wonder to be hold You said your perfection I told … Continue reading

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Last thoughts 


I was here with you In our space  The 1st time place we ever made love. I mean the place your maidenhead spilled on my bed.  I look at the walls & see the holes we left.  I see my … Continue reading

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