I used to be obsessed with romance. I couldn't get enough. I immersed myself into books as though they were the oxygen I needed to survive. I watched movie after movie. And I spent hours upon hours writing love shorts and erotic snippets to appease the romantic dreamer inside me. That was as close as … Continue reading Wine and Books
Isn't it funny how ... I'm always drawn back to blogging. It's that damn alter-ego, I tell you. She misses her voice. It may also be the inability to otherwise express myself as freely as I seem to be able when I sit down to write. Perhaps it is just that, when all the bricks … Continue reading Here we go … Again
Oh, Love ... How sweet your fragrance lingers in the unmade bed of lovers who have only met the night before and turned to each other for love. But oh, should we not confuse you with lust, with desire, with sex? Should it be told to all, that love is not defined by the thirsty … Continue reading Oh, Love …
Okay, here it is - that article that hit my nerve like a hammer to the knee-cap - and excuse me, but I'm not going to sugar-coat for the sake of anyone's feelings. Exercise of Freedom of Speech in progress ... The Bullshit Article that Has Many Rolling with Laughter and Crying at the Same … Continue reading Newsflash – I’m an “expectant mother,” and I don’t give a monkey’s ass whose feelings it hurts!
"Mom and Dad are coming for dinner tomorrow," she told him. "What time?" "Six. I'll have dinner ready." She smiled. "Cool." He looked back up at the television. "What are you making?" "I don't know yet. Maybe some Alfredo?" "Whatever." "You'll be home on time," she asked, her tone soft and hopeful. "With bells on," … Continue reading Birthday Cake
The sweet teas sat, guiltily untouched, in their rightful cup holders. How dare they be so expensive. How dare she quietly ask him to "stop" when he started bitching about the cost ($4.85 for two larges) in a voice that made the baby startle and the drive-thru worker look at her with pity. She should have known better. His voice boomed, clapping like thunder in the small SUV as they drove away from Wendy's. She drove silently, desperately trying to keep her tears at bay so not to upset him even more.
It was not just the way his fingers brushed her skin that excited her But the way he traced every scar burned into her soul without even knowing It wasn't just her body that cried out for him, lost in desire and lust But the most vulnerable pieces of her self that screamed his name … Continue reading Upon the Wings of Intimacy
I feel like my brain is spinning out of control regurgitating secrets of a forbidden black hole the color of life seeps out of my pores the desire to hide resides here no more I'm coming back from the dead, opening my eyes unearthing the truth and dispelling the lies I've got fresh air in … Continue reading Sing Me a Song
There will be days you will wonder where her smile has gone and if you ask her, she will tell you that everything is okay. It is. She's just doing what she's always done. Letting those damned demons of her past pay her a visit to remind her that she's come so far, but still … Continue reading Where She Never Fails
I might have seen the truth, If I'd known that it was there; Hidden beneath the darkness Of a world that didn't care. Instead I saw the light As it shone upon my face, And listened to the stream As it flowed in all its grace. I sang about the fairies And their magic pixie … Continue reading Where Evil Dwells