the illumination of your affection always surrounds me as a formless, invisible spectrum taking shape in my lungs as I breathe in your atmosphere it blinds me with the hope that the light of your love will be the final glimpse my eyes admire before darkness shrouds my life
A bold glimpse into me. Since I was courageous enough to post this, I will leave comments open. I could use a good laugh.
Must Love Shoes
In a recent conversation with my friend Shelley of Quaint Revival I confessed my love for women’s shoes. (No, I do not wear them). No, not a shoe kisser type either, I just adore women who have plenty of shoes (in all styles and colors). Women’s shoes and feet, totally drives me insane.
One of the reasons I chose this new apartment, it has a shoe closet.
My idea of the perfect evening?
Lights are turned low. We are sitting on the couch, sipping wine, listening to soft mood setting music. We talk about poetry, life, books, and my favorite subject – YOU. My hands gently caress and massage your feet which rest in my lap.
Coming from New York, I met women all the time, on the bus, trains, stores, and streets. I guess you know by now, shyness is not one of my traits. So, I don’t use any of those internet meet sites.
But if I ever was to place a personal ad….
Single guy in Orlando area. Loves walks on the beach, shopping, coffee, sunsets, writing, and great conversation. Enjoys an occasional sangria, wine, or mojito. Other than blogging, not into social media. You: Should share my love for writing and poetry. Prefer if you were smarter than me. Don’t worry, this is a no brainer. (bad joke). Love for trying new restaurants required. Good sense of humor necessary! Oh, and you MUST LOVE SHOES.
walking a quiet path valentina found a wilted flower admiring its faded beauty she wondered if this flower has ever been loved or did she bloom in gardens of neglect have her petals ever kissed the one who got away valentina took her home to spend her lonely nights watering dead flowers with tears of yesterday
Sharing this tender and flattering piece about The Lonely Author written by Ginger Snapz. I want to thank her for her sweet and complimentary words. I am grateful for her kind and generous appreciation.
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your absence wanders the solitude of my room through labyrinths of silence like my heartbeat screaming inside the darkest of catacombs it is a symphony of memories that echo with no finale an unholy apparition haunting without mercy as I lay in a bed of dead roses where the thorns of your absence are forever piercing me