The Sun Rose

The sun rose on another day despite the darkness. And shadows had to find a place to hide from the light.

Invincible Summer

On the outside of us the cold winds of winter rip and tear at our skin. It sends sensations just like the winter's of this life that we are going to freeze to death. So the body wants to give up, the mind wants to quit moving, but the summer spirit warms us up enough to not give up the fight. There lays our invincible summer.

Kissing the One You Love

Kissing is an erotic art form. It is an intimate expression between two lovers. The soft touch, as you caress each others faces with your fingertips. You can feel the goose pimples go up your spine in anticipation. Lovers embrace in each others arms. He holds her in his powerful embrace, as his strong arms hold her form. She in return lays back, revealing her neck and brushing her hair aside. He leans in, as she runs her hand across his cheek, and the other one through his hair. Lips brush each other playfully, as longing begins. The moistness and hunger of the kiss is all consuming. Lips touch and lips part, as each lover longs for the other. The kisses are always, oh so gentle as first, and delicate. But eventually, consume with desire and passion.
Kissing, like dancing tells a lot about one's lover. It is, after all, an art form.
And art is created out inspiration by one's muse. The muse who inspires you and creates passion in you. The muse that you Love.

Old Farmhouse and Old Memories

I'm going through things my mother put away in the old farm house where I now reside. Things my of deceased grandparents, brother, and father. Now I pick through the carnage of my dead marriage. Haven't had the heart to start and will go through it a little at a time. Putting away pictures, clothes, and memories of a life together. I deal with this by myself. And pick up the pieces by myself. Now I am about to go back and pick through the pieces with tears in my eyes. When I do love, I love deeply. And when I hurt, I hurt deeply.