One of the great mysteries I ponder when I can't sleep why do we send flowers after people die why say all the words they wished to hear after silence falls upon their ears I'll take my flowers now watered with your words so I can watch them bloom with light in my eyes #vss365

Surround me in your sumptuous seduction and I'll surrender to you my opulent obedience kneeling before you in ravenous reverence eager to satisfy your every indulgence

Her skin honey smooth b e n e a t h his rugged grip her taste just as sweet upon his famished lips

Take me for a sensual dance an awakening spin 'tween submission and liberation

I've never been a delicate flower but I've been a delicate fire

I had never contemplated the difference between the woman and the words the passion and the verse and how it is quite likely despite all I had heard that there is no distinction between them at all after all

Lips paint my collarbone words paint my lips I read to you from my journal you color me yours art upon art mine letters strung together a web of passion hanging in the air waiting to snare yours mouth and hands working in unison stealing my breath taking me there #amwriting

The sun on my face a recent promise of spring now snow underfoot betrays everything

Love: An eternal dance between chaos and clarity. A paradox that makes fools of us all, yet wise souls of the few who truly understand its sacred mystery

Becoming invisible is surreal #4wordstory

working on getting wings one feather at a time

Riots of orange red, purple & white spill over the ground flames burning bright All these pale compared to her passion

Dare to embrace the blaze? When you kiss her fire, you don't just feel the burn, you become the flame

You aren’t the days forcing your head to fall or the nights where sleep evades you aren’t the words that come in heat or weakness fear portrays you aren’t the utter restlessness that oftentimes invades you are the #glue that binds the seams the touch that lightens gray #vss365

Wild Horse

Little bit of sarcasm whole lot of whit abundance of humor laughs that won't quit memories we make while busy at Love's play #SenseWrds

We all have empty spaces of different shapes varied ranges some spots fill with words and faces some fill with love warm embraces some fill with tears and some with cages where we lock away fears that just can't escape us #amwriting