Is this DEATH?

Someone Died Today



Is Death a New Beginning?
When the Body Dies, is
Your Soul still Here with me?
I am Alone Now
Never going to
Be Safe Again
Things will Never be
 the Same
Take Flight


"Something in the Air"
"Grabs a grip on his Hand
as the Rain puts a
Tear in My Eye"

I'm on my Knees
Begging for some type of Repentance

My Friend is Gone
My Soul is Lost
My Heart is Broken
I Miss you
Already

Your Gypsy Heart is Free
I'm next. \
No worries

Apple

When she Offers you that Dangerous pleasure,
the kind the pretends you don't owe each other anything
accept.

Accept,
or she'll realize that she's been walking in your shadow all along.
Accept,
or we'll say that you are no Man.
Accept,
you'll regret it either way.


Perhaps she is your Devil,
dangling dirty panties like collectibles,
but you were Born to undress mysteries,
and she was born to teach us how to be Still.

Though,
you will never know her Nudity
and she will Never stop vibrating.

Madame Butterfly

The Summer breeze is gone

The Friendly Neighbor has Turned on the Heat and Closed the Windows

It's Rude to Stare Anyways

My Door is Halfway Open

The Cold Winter is approaching

Approaching is the Guilt

Approachng is the Fear

Approaching is the Holidays spent Alone

Approaching is the Still Outside

No causee for "Alarm"

The Devils is giving Handouts this Fall

The Cold Bed Awaiting

everynight

The Tears of Another Birthday Passing

It will pour down

The Soul ages as the Body Decomposes

Interrupting yourself in a City that has no Meaning

Desperately waiting for Sleep

Endless Sleep

Starring across a frozen River

A River Filled with Lost Memories

Don't pity a Soul that is Over-Grown and Lost

Take a Picture

Just to Burn it all over again

Weddings

Funerals

Births

Crying

Laughing

Smiling

Drunken Nights

Stupid Texts

Idiotic Calls to your Desperate Mother

Cancer Sticks in the Snow

Colds

Hospitals

Cancer

Op

Funerals

Be ready for the Fall

Its waiting for You

These are the Secrets on My Pillow.....

"Its 12 days before Christmas. Visions of chestnuts roasting on an open Fire, of sleigh bells glistening, of furtive kisses under the mistletoe are dancing through my head. But I am home in Chicago, alone, facing the prospect of spending the holidays in cold weather with a blanket and a special no one. Just when I resign myself to the West of Chicago, an overseas phone call from Her brings tidings of comfort and joy and.. alas..an invitation to share the season's festivities with Dear friends, Italian style. Before anyone can change her mind, I am on a plane to bell'Italia, gloating over my good fortune amid fawning flight attendants with Mediterranean accents and names like Marco, Aldo, Ettore, and Luca. Traveling sola, I have never had it so good. The magazines piled on the empty seat next to me go undisturbed and forgotten, as the boys of flight 268 entertain me with their antics- slipping me slices of sweet panettone from first class, puffing up one more pillow behind my head- and with stories of their lives in Rome, Piacenza, Verona. I, in turn, talk about my year spend in Brussels.
"Why don't you move to Italy?" one of them asks, after listening to me longing for extended national holidays, buffalo, motz, and public displays of uncensored passion.
"Ah, but what would I do?" I say.
His response, instantaneous: "Fai principessa." Be a princess.
The Italian Male's charms and attentions are nothing new to me. I know that the simple fact that I am unaccompanied young woman impels every Italian male, who feels obliged by hormones and national honor, to shower me with admiration usually reserved for the modern Diva. But all the awareness in the world, and all my experience with men, can't make me immune to their designs. I lower my head to conceal my blush but keep in my line of vision two sets of eyes, one the color of warm walnut, the other a combustible smoky gray. By now, I've got a permanent pair of companions- the flight attendant foursome taking turns in a mid-cap flight game of Let us Entertain You- occupying the empty space behind my seat, which is positioned just in front of the aircraft's midsection emergency exit. First Mario and Luca, then Mario and Ettore, now Luca and Aldo with their lounging limbs strewn out around my head, by my side, atop my armrest.
"Like a sneaky Fox."
Goose bumps are springing up on my arms. Goose bumps!
I feel my cheeks burn. It's a surge of blood that comes less out of embarrassment than from the fire smoldering between my legs. I have lost my knack for repartee and find myself uncharacteristically without words, coming to an unspoken understanding as I hold Luca's suggestive stare, just before he breaks away to business class. The air underneath the blanket spread across my lap feels hot. Luca's hand is acting like a branding iron sizzling through my skirt. My row companion, the woman who occupied the aisle seat upon takeoff, moved to the back of the plane hours ago to join her friend. From the window seat, Luca has shifted his torso to face me, melting in the middle seat. I catch a sudden whiff of his cologne. Intoxicated by his smell, I kiss him full on the mouth. His tongue presses hard against mine, then slides across it, over and under, over and under in a slow, rhythmic dance that makes my cunt contract. He takes my lower lip in between his teeth and I feel my clit twitter out of control. I squirm in my seat, hoping the movement will drive His hand up to my nest. In a flash, his hand is there, his first, middle, and thumb hooks itself onto my waistband and tugs down. I am hoping her notices what I forgot to place under that skirt this morning. Silly me.
I take his face in my hands, pressing his cheeks so that his lips become round and full between mine. He pushes his fingers down to me and into the wet of me. I suck hard on his tongue. He sucks his fingers and then lets me take a turn on them. We are all mouth and face and fingers, lapping, inhaling, nipping, gnawing.........


The Door is Open...To be continued

Look what you've Done.....

Looking out my window at some one as I'm writing this

And I watch him eat a peach, the way he's biting it,

biting it

And I probably shouldn't stare, but I am fighting it,

fighting it

And I think that he's aware and kind of liking it,

liking it


On his motorbike, the way he's riding it,

riding it
And he says it feels so good but he is hiding it,

hiding it

Wet lips to cigarette and now he's striking it,

lighting it

As he looks me in the eye, hell, he must know he's inviting it


I've got nothing to prove,

ain't got nothing to lose
If you need someone to use,

I can take the abuse

holding up some paper to his window,

he's writing his name
and number and I'm laughing as I'm dialing it,

dialing it

What is Ment to be will be......

You sounded so Good on paper.

You were at a Time, the only thing worth holding on to.

I wanted to believe my Dreams over these Memories.

The time has come

All we all want is a Fresh start.

The Fall is Here.

A new beginning is starting.

Are we Ready?

I'm waiting.

My Nails are growing

My Hair is Growing to Loveliness

Life has just Begun

The Fall brings a sort of sexiness we all are looking for.

Nothing else really matters

The door is always Open in the Fall

All of summer's Regrets are a thing of the Past

All of summer's Memories are a thing of the Past

Nothing really matters now.

Fall is coming

one of the Most Romantic times of the Year.

Hotel and Motels will be filled with our Requests for meetings

please .

Love means nothing in this Season

Summer Love is Gone

This is where the excitement starts.

in the Fall.

Are you ready to Fall?

So cliche.

I'm getting excited

I'm getting impatient'

I'm getting Holy

I'm getting Tender

I'm getting Devious'

I'm getting Hard

I''m getting Simple

I'm getting Wet

I'm getting Smirky

I'm getting it Back

If its quite alright: You should Come Along

Everything is Everything

quick Thought

The Burning Desire in Between my Legs brings out the Killer in me Tonight
Maybe it was the Wine
Maybe it was the Music in the Park
either way...
I am in a Feast of a Mood.

I have a Desire that needs to be Fullfilled.
The thought
Your Hands running through my Hair
Your Fingertips displaying every inch of my Left Side
Leaving a Mess that only we can Clean up Together
The Heat that succumbs between two Bodies


Closing of the Eyes,
Bent of the Neck
Bite
Twist
Scrape
Thrust
Moan
Deep Breath
Kiss
Smiles

Repeat
Repeat
Repeat




That's All

Innocent

Easy
so easy
so easy sometimes when you give and take and give and take and leave behind
what did you come to find?
what is mine
mine
mine.
what you came to find?

crazy
so crazy,
so crazy
so crazy about your face thinking nothing could ever take its place
so wasteful,
so wasteful,
so wasteful
i have been ,
i have been,
i have been

fill me
touch me
taste me
sweet you have no idea how innocent i can be
for you anything
anything i can wear
for you anything,
anything,
anything i can bear

crazy,
so crazy
so crazy
so Crazy it seems when you live your life upon your dreams and you wake
wake,
wake,
wake


fill me up
please touch me
taste me please

easy
so easy
so easy sometimes when you give and take and leave behind what you came to find
what is mine,
mine
mine
mine
mine
mine

mine
mine
mine
mine

thank you