the rain outside your window

Coffee computer
dark winter rain window dance
imagining touch

JB


i am the rain that dances by your window
i smell the coffee and see the soft lighting
your movements,
how you push your chair back and get up to get something
i long for a home like that
but i am the rain
and pelt away
i am born from clouds
with the sun
i'll send you rainbows
imagined touch

real colors reaching out for you

me

swimming

she knows when she gives

she bleeds on their sheets

lucious lips lovers

his power hers

her power his

flowing like honey

dizzy from all this bright red liqueur

snow is but moist in the air

sima sawme haiku

going up the lift

my head rests on your shoulder

ski fast to slow down

walking up the stairs

the smell of hotel carpets

me close behind you

erratic

erratics protect

my love for you melts the snow

who says, it is cold?

Thanks to hot Steve i was inspired to try my first Haiku. Any suggestion are welcome, i am totally new to the art.

http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/p/one-shot-poetry.html

i don't know why

i get so luckyliving like a lush
when the sun shines upon my skin
i know that things are good
not to long ago i went in the dark of night
to visit my dearest friend
half an hours walk
straight through the woods
not even stars where shining
i nearly do get lost
feeling snug in my warm snow suit
then again i know
that i am always safe and sound
and taking care of
is that why?
when my computer almost crashes
i just have to make a call
and friends they help me out
and do more for me
than i expected

i know i have too many boyfriends right now
but it sure
comes in handy

i cry

music

just someones music

someone very talented

send it to me

i cry

because today

i do not know

i feel so soft and vulnerable

i am so blessed

but who am i

You know, these amazingly beautiful things happen to me, for me, around me, asked of me, because they believe in me, but here am i,

and feel my only talent is

to be there

for you

to lay in your arms all day

to pleasure you

to pleasure me

again i ask

is that my

destiny

no poet, no writer, nor artist

just me

loving you and loving me

can life be just that?

maybe?

music send to me by coyotesings

http://mydreamsmoveslowly.tumblr.com/post/1498571435

http://mydreamsmoveslowly.tumblr.com/post/500221106/simplejoys

and i found him at

http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com/

my dear pussy

Hi, I am still working on my orgasms, if some of you have wondered.
And.... no orgasm yet, I am making progress.
Which is rather exciting (haha, as it should be:)
I just talked a whole lot about it on Fetlife.
hmmm so i don't feel like repeating myself here...sorry.
Now if you like to check in in Fetlife...
I love it over there
I love what it brought me here
here as in my real life
hmmmm i do feel blogging is part of my real life too,
but you know what i mean, there's cyber experiences
and ones in my material world so to speak.
Both very satisfying,
now just if i could reach that satisfaction in sex.....
which i do
it's complicated.....:)