she had a freckle on her foot

she had a freckle on her foot
- a twinkle in her eye
dimple on her thighs
a southern sassy style
she had me at...
well you know
with just a hint of Hershey kiss
stuck with a set of raspberry covered lips
damn sister
you got it going on
we got it on
she got me...
singing in the shower
washing off sweat from another
two hour
the ‘c’ and ‘e’ repeating over and over
like a drummer’s cymbal
kick, drum, snare, kick, kick, snare
we share
rock and roll lovemaking
pulling on her hair
pulling on towels
lounging on the sofa
I move her closer
she notices me staring
and says...
"leave me and my freckle alone..."
from what I remember
it was a cute little thing
perfectly placed
right below her ankle bone

my words heal

the reflection of she wraps my entirety, and we hold one another for the sake of one another until our time exists no more...to settle the score she shoulders the weight of my soul on her bosom, forever nursing me back to whom I once was...
and I...
will forever surf the stars on the moonlight's tail; creating space for our love to touch...but fear not these words of absoluteness, for it is only I that truly knows the direction in which my heart grows...in the direction of forever...with just a pen and some paper

...my words

wine connoisseur

to me…
you seem to be…
poured from a fine Pinot Noir
filled to the brim with ageless beauty
I imagine this
before I
raise the glass
inhale the aroma before my lips
savoring the taste
from your waist


Boy With a Coin

Good song and video
.......wanted to share..the woman dancing at the end reminds me of my mother.....


Conference room daydreaming

when I look in your direction
I hear..
..horns and strings orchestrated by angel's harps
such lovely arrangements
of melodies exist amidst
the profile of your body
the stares of curiosity bind my eyes
to mocha skin tickled by the morning sun
boricua, dominicana?
cape Verdean maybe......
the sounds you create
take me to space where my imagination has you as my Queen placed high atop our castle
you watch from the towers while I dash the spirits of dragons and suitors
that have mistaken your beauty as an open invitation for more than flirtation
then being overtaken in the midnight hours by your aromatic powers I rise to the occasion
and receive your soft lips against mine as a reward....our mouths touch...and I am awakened
by the woman I am dreaming of....
she rests her hand on mine...
I'm blinded from the brilliant shine coming from her ring finger
Have I been asleep that long?