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When We Were One

When We Were One

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zajimav2This right here is my sweetie. That’s us.  :: big grin::

Thought I’d post us lovin’ each other up.

Maverick is a wonderful man whom I’ve known for some time now. We were long distant friends by phone for a couple years.  Over time, something developed.

We go everywhere together now. I have met just about all his friends. Have met (son) and spoken to (daughter) two of his children and have met most of his co-workers at his job in Indiana.

He has a lovely home and a very interesting town. However, we enjoy spending most of our time together in Pennsylvania, where I live. He is with me there virtually every weekend, and during the week we are on the phone practically all day. And I’m not a big phone person.

He’s met nearly all my friends and has enjoyed a wonderful week with me in Florida with my mother and sister.  He’s met my daughters and they seem to approve. He thinks they are amazing young ladies.

What I cherish most about our relationship is we talk about EVERYTHING. And I mean EVERYTHING. He knows about ALL my past, including past boyfriends, my ex-husband, and a man I was seeing after my ex-husband. Sadly, that didn’t work out. Great man whom I will always love dearly; but life sometimes gets in the way of love.  Magically, however, where one door closes another opens. Maverick was that open door, a new love more ready than the old. And more suited for who I am.  He knows my entire life practically, and the trials I’ve been through. Well, I don’t think I told him about that time when at about 13 years old I tried to steal a mini  stapler from a store cause I wanted it something fierce. :: blinking ::  Kids. Aren’t we just bad sometimes? I… Continue reading

poem: twenty-four play

IMG_5096Arms intertwined in a web of honey;
Legs unfolding, succumbing
To invitations of pleasure;
The dew of life drips
Into the vat of my tongue;
I spiral upwards into
A dizzying ecstasy;
Tongues intertwined
Sizzling like hot butter;
The volcanic heat erupts,
My thoughts spiral downward
Into the chamber of my spirit;
The snug walls of my desire
Contract with longing;
Midnight approaches
Twenty-four o’clock;
Playtime is over;
Enter my world.

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photo: a chill in the air…brrrr

This entry is part 8 of 26 in the series photos

it was a chilly day - sep '08

it was a chilly day – sep ’08

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poem: to serve me

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Serve me with red wine
Taste the spices of my soul
Drink from my Creator
Let my bouquet delight your senses
Let the dew of life
Awaken your spirit
Sip my nectar of happiness
Let the flavor come alive
Wanting so much more
Enslaved by my appetite
Desiring to serve me

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