To hear your voice once again
Was like a breath of fresh air
Cooling the warmth of my body

To see your words that you type
Was like a spark, no, a jolt
Rejuvenating my desires

To think of you as I once had
Was like adding a purpose
For my existence

To feel you naked in my arms
To make love to your body and soul
To cherish you, love you and desire you

I will have to wait

Until my next dream

To hear your voice… even if it were for only a moment, is like your whisper in my ear
To hear your voice… in a phone call…. listening to you saying how your day was, is like I were with you through your days journey

To hear your voice…in a long conversation makes me feel like… Continue

There are many reasons to celebrate life. Many of us have had close calls with death. Some of our lives have been altered by tragedy that had affected friends or loved ones. I have had my fair share of near death scenarios and still to this day have no idea why I am still alive. This particular day was St. Patrick’s Day in 1997. One of my businesses after leaving Active Duty was a Contract Driver for a Pharmaceutical Distributor. One of the more profitable businesses I have been in. I was on my… Continue

Your body is a feast
one to be tenderized with love, kneaded with a
tender touch.... gently prepared for the
nourishment of one's love for you...fulfilling
and satisfying my appetite until I can have no
more...I would savor the flavor of your love, the
essence of sensuality, the aromatic breeze of
passionate ingredients all put together to satisfy
my appetite for you.... Bon Appetite!

They lay naked on the sandy beach...the cool breeze ran over their bodies cooling them from their passion. She looked at him with desire, her heart raced uncontrollably...she wanted him deep inside her. Not just in her body but in her mind and heart...she began to sigh, then tears begin to role down her cheeks.... she knows she must stop for it is not to be.... she is spoken for by another and her wishes of a wild passionate night with her new found lover now turn to guilt...Still she holds on t… Continue

Cool ocean breezes ran up the shore. She was dancing in the moonlight to Calypso band on the beach.
Not a care in the world, she was happy to be home.
Away from all the hustle and bustle of the big city she can now be herself.
Always laughing, always singing, her friends envied her ability to escape the reality…
The reality th… Continue

The warm vapor filled the room; she stood still under the hot water pouring over her body. Deep in thought, one arm against the shower wall held her motionless as she pondered what he had said. She was oblivious to the steam filled room. She couldn’t get her mind off of him. She was tormenting at what might transpire. Then, a… Continue

Thank you for your comments on the Blog postings. To answer your questions, yes they are origional. They come from the heart. Some will be from my past, some from the present. Many have to do with emotion, love, relationships, sensuality, as I say matters of the heart. You can blame Marti for reminding me of anyone's ability to be creative. Ive written songs and poems since the 70's mostly from the love struck side, Im a hopless romantic.
My more creative writings came from the times when I was… Continue

They stood facing each other for the very first time
Their Hearts raced with desire, they were out of their minds
For each other…but neither could say a word
None were needed; their hearts were all that could be heard.

She started to speak but he motioned her still
He… Continue

She says she likes riddles
She says she likes rhymes
She says she likes stories of magical times

His challenge to her is to see if she hears
The words of his songs
Ringing so loud and so clear

He speaks to her through his music
A story from his heart
She must go to him to listen
His songs conceal each part

He asks….Can you hear me?

Two chilled glasses of wine,
Your favorite music turned down low,
A warm glow from the fireplace,
All things conducive to love,
where are you?

It was like a reunion all over again.
I'd stretched my neck above the crowd
to see If I could find that one lost friend

But this time we were miles apart
waiting to connect, hoping she was there
to pick up where we left off, matters of the heart.

I couldnt get her out of my mind
All week I'd see her face
I hoped she would be easy to find

Without knowing it, she peaks my desire.
Without knowing it, she really "Lights my Fire!"
Without knowing it Im sleepless with thoughts,

Thoughts of her sul… Continue