I Dream…

I dream of a place where no roads end is ever seen, a place where power and freedom have been. I dream of a place where cities never sleep, a place where the snow falls five inches deep. I dream of a place and sitting on the porch at night and greeting the sun of the morning light. I dream of a place of the red, the white, the blue. I dream of America how bout you?.

Obsession

Her name is passion Her lips are lust, Her eyes amity Her breasts benevolence, Her hips are worship

His Canvas

His words gliding Like silk, wrapping around The soft pale contours Of my body.His inked words, poetry, Kissing passionately at My lips, brading their way Through my hair. His words, art My naked body His artists canvas.

Waiting

The sound of your voice, a dull echo through the corridors of my mind. And all of your messages have gone from my phone. You’ve been away so long you’re scent is now leaving the room and all of my waking minutes are filled with you, as I count the seconds until your return.