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Fall Frost

There is frost on the flowers now, glistening in the grass among the bushes. The roses are starting to wilt as the Fall descends across the land, cold carried from Canada that wreaks havoc on growing things. Leaves that were green become brown, burnt wood wafts on the wind as days draw down earlier, crispness […]

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All The Small Things

Little things, like sending you a picture of plumeria on a dark day. A pumpkin spiced latte solely because you mentioned you were craving one. A cupcake, with a rose of frosting on top, lacking any thorn. A funny meme. A random sunset. A smile. A note that says one thing, but all the small […]

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Surprise

SURPRISE! What’s in the box? Is it cupcakes? A puppy? Does it come from Tiffany’s? Is it lined with black velvet, meant to reflect the light of your eyes? Is it macrons, sweet to the lips and bringing back memories of surprises past? Tickets to a concert? To The US Open? PARIS?! What’s in the […]

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Sought Me

You went out of your way to make me want you, to seduce me . You invested your time to track me down and check me out. You spent weeks searching my past to ensure I was safe, to see if I could be what you were looking for. I was. I am. And yet […]

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Lady Named Adela

There was a lady named Adela Who made me a happy fella Whenever we’d talk Or go for a walk, My entire soul would scream “Hell yeah!”

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Poetry

Are Made Of

Pumpkin and spice and everything nice is what beautiful Fly is made of.

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Poetry

THAT look

THAT look. A word. All it takes, to reignite the smoldering  desires into burning flames of yearning. Needing you like the fire needs air as you leave me gasping for breath at your beauty.

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Unquenchable

I look in your eyes and see the smoldering desire, the unquenchable fire reflected from mine. Needing, like flame needs fuel to consume as you steal my soul.  

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Poetry

The Unrealistic Lover

The point of art Be it painting or poetry Is to see with the heart And not the eye.

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Poetry

Countdown

5 years ago we met. 4 years ago you kissed me, for the first time. 3 years ago you told me how much wanting you made you want me even more. 2 years ago we spent hours talking, exploring, discovering what we need and want. 1 year ago you went cold, disappeared for months as […]