Hello to everyone once again.
This new format on this site is interesting. I like it and hate it the same time. Trouble viewing pictures and blogs.
Well, I hope everyone can read my blog. First, many thanks to all the kind words. Yes, this old man is fighting off another spring time bug. Sore throat, dry cough, and aching body. Old age or something eles.
Here is another old poem. Lost love aches is a favorite theme that I wrote in great volumns. Not just of my own but of my friends and family that I had observed. I try to capture a moment in time with my words. I hope you enjoy.
It is cold outside, the winds are blowing strongly. Rustling the leaves on the ground.
I awaken to the soft warmth of your breath on my face. Then I felt the branding of your passonate lips against mine.
I lay in my bed, resting my head in the softness of my pillows with the fragrance of you still lingering so strongly.
You walked out and said "Good Bye", I knew at that moment that I would never see again.
It was but a mere few hours that I had you in the embrace of my arms. I had felt you quiver in extasy and trembled with great excitment.
I felt the heat of your womanhood and tasted the sweetest of your nector.
Across my chest are the many imprints of your lips. I held you as you arched your back as the explosion of excitment filled your deepest aspect of your being.
Your sweat mingled with mine and you drank from it so deeply, you said, "you could not get enough"
I lay in my bed, resting my head in the softness of my pillows with the fragrance of you still lingering so strongly.
I watched you walked out and said "Good Bye", I knew at that moment I would never see again.
My mind have been seared with your kisses and my memory will be branded till I die, the night you layed in my arms.
This new format on this site is interesting. I like it and hate it the same time. Trouble viewing pictures and blogs.
Well, I hope everyone can read my blog. First, many thanks to all the kind words. Yes, this old man is fighting off another spring time bug. Sore throat, dry cough, and aching body. Old age or something eles.
Here is another old poem. Lost love aches is a favorite theme that I wrote in great volumns. Not just of my own but of my friends and family that I had observed. I try to capture a moment in time with my words. I hope you enjoy.
It is cold outside, the winds are blowing strongly. Rustling the leaves on the ground.
I awaken to the soft warmth of your breath on my face. Then I felt the branding of your passonate lips against mine.
I lay in my bed, resting my head in the softness of my pillows with the fragrance of you still lingering so strongly.
You walked out and said "Good Bye", I knew at that moment that I would never see again.
It was but a mere few hours that I had you in the embrace of my arms. I had felt you quiver in extasy and trembled with great excitment.
I felt the heat of your womanhood and tasted the sweetest of your nector.
Across my chest are the many imprints of your lips. I held you as you arched your back as the explosion of excitment filled your deepest aspect of your being.
Your sweat mingled with mine and you drank from it so deeply, you said, "you could not get enough"
I lay in my bed, resting my head in the softness of my pillows with the fragrance of you still lingering so strongly.
I watched you walked out and said "Good Bye", I knew at that moment I would never see again.
My mind have been seared with your kisses and my memory will be branded till I die, the night you layed in my arms.
and i hate the new layout. a lot. i think is suck and i want the old on back!