Bridges

I feel as though I keep running into these…..bridges. I see it, take a few steps on it, cross it, but for some reason the other side is not what I think everyone thinks. Its not that “oh once you cross the bridge everything is different on the other side” Nope as I’ve realized it’s…

Handheld

I like the way your veins run across the top surface. They’re like little worms. I like softness of the insides of your fingers. It’s like my favorite cozy blanket, soft and when I feel it a calmness overwhelms me. I like the rough calluses that run across the bottom of your fingers. Reminds me…

Could a good ass make a conversation?

Should these two turn around and meet? I mean they both have a good ass so what do they have to lose? Could their bumbs determine their future relationship? Could it be possible that a good ass could create a conversation on both sides? What do you think?

Black Beauty

I gently glide my feet across the freshly waxed wooden floor. Only one direction did my eyes peer. They were fixated on ten full bellied, slender necked, red pinned ghosts. I tuned out all the other crashes, bangs and shouts of the other players. It was only me and my trusted, dark, sleek, beauty. As…

Animal tea party

There were five wild animals. A squirrel, a chipmunk, a porcupine, an owl and a honey-badger. There was another though. Her name was Aisling. She was a curious thing. White and pure looking with a pink top and pink bow. She was different from the others, prime and proper, kind and graceful. But deep down…

Trapped

We’re all just here. Trapped. In a world of industry.

Dig into my eyes

“Can you see it?” “See what?” “The eggs.” “Where!” “Look.” “Im looking.” “No, come to my level and look how beautiful they are.”   It never crossed my mind to think a couple of butterfly eggs could be beautiful, but when he showed me them and I saw the excitement in his eyes it made…

Innocent Beauty

There was this one person who I watched, listened and talked to for a long time. She was intresting, complex and sensitive. There never seemed to be dull conversations that held no sense of value. Her words and art was a sort of poetry it almost seemed or at least thats how a lot of people I…