Conversation with God

 I talked to God today,

And I told her about your eyes,

Your gentle touch, your careful whispers, the magic between your thighs-

I talked to God today,

Sang songs I wrote for you,

She let me spill my poems, 

And share memories of us two.

I talked to God today,

I swear her smile, just like yours

I showed her all our pictures,

And share our inner wars.

I talked to God today,

I asked her how she came,

To create such a vibrant soul,

And place her in my way. 

I talked to God today,

She told me that you shine,

Pure alchemy had made you,

Maybe one day you'll be mine-

I talked to God today,

And I captured every word-

She said you're meant to thrive and blossom, 

Far beyond this world.

I talked to God today,

I inquired about your light-

She told me she placed it deep within,

With few, you'd shine it bright

I talked to God today,

And I thanked her for your life,

You've brightened mine,

And opened up,

My heart, a flame ignites.

Journey to The Shores

 You make life brighter,

I catch myself singing to hummingbirds more,

Craving my bare feet in the grass again, 

Whispering to stars as the moon dances across the night sky. 

I am simply returning back to my truest nature,

And your energy has allowed me to do so. 

You make me feel safe, calm, heard, and seen.

Your reassurance comes naturally and your ability to communicate and navigate is unmatched. 

Something we both appreciate and need.

I embrace the cool spring breeze flowing through my home, 

It kisses me awake with the sunshine that peeks through my bedroom window. 

My soul truly at peace, finding absolute alchemy in everything I see and touch-

The magic is real and alive. 

You've reminded me that home is where my heart is-

It is something I carry within my soul to every corner of the Earth I explore and uncover.

It is a feeling I want to share with you, will you let me?

Naked and vulnerable you tend to all of my scars with curiosity and care-

You listen and never judge,

You hold me with such delicate intent, that at times, I feel like the most fragile rose that could never be destroyed. 

I long to do the same for you.

I want to remind you of the parts of yourself you love most-

I want to shed light on all of your most beautiful traits, and hold a mirror to your soul so you can see them and love them.

Your tender, kind heart

Your inquisitive mind

Your deep rooted joy for life and the laughter that comes with it

Your passion to explore and wander and thrive

Take my hand,

Let's skip stones on foreign riverbeds, 

Dance barefoot on ancient moss-

Howl at the moon from the depths of our wild instincts, then lay on our backs in the grass and laugh at what we've just done.

Let's have affogato on the shores of Sicily, and sip tea on the Gulf-

Let's share a pear cider on a bustling street in Oslo,

Let's have fresh sushi in a mom & pop restaurant down an alley Tokyo.

Let me take you to the shores I grew up on, salt water in my wavy blonde hair- so we can watch the sunrise over the ocean.

Then take me to the shores of your fondest memories- I want to know where your curls bounced as you ran as a wild child.

I want to share everything with you,

Past, present and future-

I want to show you what my life was like, see what yours was like, enjoy what we have now, and explore what will become. 

The excitement makes my heart race in the most elegant and anticipatory way.

Then I remind her to enjoy the moment, and my goodness, when she does- it is pure bliss.

Thank you, 

For simply being you.

For sharing what you have,

And what you will.

Thank you,

For receiving what I have to offer with such warmth and grace.

Grave Digger

 You lurk in the shadows,

Of the nearest graveyard-

Inhibitions lost,

And mind playing my words on repeat.

Words that you have tried to decipher,

Yet can only clumsily put the pieces together,

Like a toddler fumbling with blocks.

Your lack of self-control is unmatched,

As you spiral at the sight of me,

At the sound of my name,

At the thought of who you've made me to be in your head-

But darling, you are clueless.

You search for a grave with my name etched in stone,

Efforts for minutes, hours, days and weeks-

Yet, you can't find my bones-

So you get down on your hands and knees,

Clawing at the dirt, and screaming at oak trees,

Asking yourself "How could this be me?"

Well, let me tell you babe-

It's your failed fantasy.

You see the mind is a powerful thing,

And yours seems to have lost its way-

An obsession you can't seem to break,

But it breaks you, as you chip away

At your own damn heart.

A cold heart at that,

I've heard the stories-

The sadness,

You did all of that. 

Your hands are covered in dirt,

Nails bleeding at the beds-

Scrapes on your knees, 

Trouble catching your breath.

And just when you thought,

You had nothing left-

A shovel is handed to you from over your head-

Your smile creeps up,

Your evil sets in-

"I'll bury this bitch"

Your sick urge to win.

So you grab the handle and slowly stand up-

Start to dig,

Not giving a fuck,

About who handed you this shovel,

You couldn't care less-

So you dig and you dig,

Until there's a seven foot depth-

A sweat on your brow, 

You're proud of yourself,

For digging this hole-

 and dancing in hell

Then comes the moment you finally see,

I handed you the shovel,

All along, it was me. 

Blood drains from your face,

Words escape from your lips-

You look down once more,

And see the headstone just sits

Above the grave you just dug,

And spelled out in grey-

Your name clearly there-

You try wiping away.

But babe, I hate to break it to you-

It's all set in stone.

Our destiny's made, 

From stardust and bones-

When we meddle with ill intention,

It comes back tenfold.

So you dug your own grave,

I helped you bury your bones.

Morning Delight

 She is the sweet morning kisses on my forehead,

The gentle back tickles as I rest my eyes,

The tight squeeze to pull her body into mine...

She is my morning delight

Insatiable

 I have this insatiable appetite for you,

All of you.

The sleepy, messy and passionate morning sex,

The playful neck bites,

The inquisitive nature of your questions and the attentiveness as I answer. 

Your beautiful tigers eye gaze, and your soft rose lips. 

The "can't get enough of you"s and inability to consume one another in excess...

Because babe, we are never too much-

I can't fathom how I've gone decades without knowing your soul-

Having you drop into my life has been the most beautiful blessing;

And now-

I can't imagine a day without hearing your voice or a week without feeling your touch.

The more you unravel and expose your twists and turns, the more I catch myself falling-

The most beautiful tail spin,

My hands thrown above my head, throwing caution to the wind as I give you the wheel.

It's the moments where we are thinking the exact same thing and literally catch ourselves speaking the same words-

You are in my head,

I beg you to make yourself at home.

Your tender aura engulfs me,

And mine, you.

I'm so lost in you, and I hope there's no way out.

Kinky Love

 I need a kinky love,

The kind that wakes up to back rubs and neck kisses,

Followed by moans captured by gasping lips.

One that jams to music on a long drive,

Then sudenly pulls over for a backseat fuck.

Finger fed taste tests, of what's for dinner- lips meeting fingers; that turns into ball gags and blindfolds. 

Give me that kinky love,

At the cinema holding hands and watching films, then going home to make our own.

The type that basks in the sun, no words spoken, simply soaking up the heat-

Bodies meeting, warmth ignited

The kind that makes sure you're hydrated throughout the day, and makes you soaked at the raise of a brow.

Give me the ultimate kinky love.

Get lost in my eyes,

Slip up and call me "baby", 

Then tell me I'm a "dirty girl"

The kind that holds you (and fucks you) as you sleep, 

Fulfilling fantasies.

Drink me up, my kinky love.

5:30am

 Early mornings,

Sleepy kisses,

Back rubs,

Morning sex-

Lose our breath,

Just before you have to leave for work.

My favorite.

Early mornings,

"Good morning beautiful" texts,

Tired phone calls,

All just to hear one another's voice-

Wishing we were next, 

To one another-

Talking about dreams,

Dreaming about us,

Craving your lust,

When I'm not with you.

Hoping that your day,

Is just as wonderful as you.