Posted in Poetry

Late Night Call

Late night, excite, entice…
That late night call that wakes you up with a purpose,
to fulfill a need or a craving of bodies touching,
caressing and expressing that natural desire…
When its done right its Outta Sight…
So when that phone rings you answer…
Doors unlocked..
Waiting for that pleasurable exchange.

Posted in Personal, Poetry

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Clouded judgment in fear of the truth, to love and be in love. There’s a difference that divides the two, how can a scattered mind think clearly..

Heartbeats,
Heart speaks..

The seperation of two,
wondering if its true.