My Choice

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My Choice

Why would I need the heat of the sun
when I have the warmth of your touch
so let your soft fingers caress my soul

Who cares about caviar or fine cuisine
I have you to nourish my aching hunger
just feed me loving from your breast

I don’t need a mansion or grand castle
If I had my choice the decision is simple
I would prefer to die at your doorstep



Photo is a selfie taken by Dominican model Karina Ovalles. Karina & her parents granted me permission to use this photo and others for my creative cause. Lonely Author feels a little awkward calling her my niece, since many of you know my daughter is my only living blood relative. She is my wife’s niece. But Karina and I agree, she is my second daughter and I am proud to be her second father.

Devil Girl Diaries – 12 (Home Sweet Home)


Every man has that one unforgettable woman that will haunt him until his final day; the girl that got away. Allie detested television, vanilla ice cream, and missionary. She explored the depths of her sexuality; while I discovered the heights of my pain. My muse had a nickname. I called her Devil Girl. I write these words to ease my sorrows. My name is Andrew.

This is our story.

Allie let me plan Friday night sexcapades
I prepped a good dinner
She wore a black negligee
me a white shirt and tie
nothing else
we ate, laughed, flirted
after a little fondling on the couch
she showered
she entered the glowing bedroom
one hundred candles filled the room
I lifted her to toss her on the bed
pushed her face down
I started kissing her feet
moved past her ankles
alternating between soft bites
demanding kisses
slowly worked my way up
She squirmed and sighed
A slap of the butt
Changed the mood
pressed her face against the wall
pulled her hair
slapped her bottom
took what was mine
we baptized every room
the kitchen counter
dining room table
hours later I woke
to find her gazing at the walls
are you okay I asked
she answered with a melancholy smile
I sadly realized
our souls were disconnected
are you addicted to the rush Devil Girl

More next week

You Left Me Here Today


You Left Me Here Today

Below cloudy skies
you left me here today
Shattered and alone
as you walked away
you moved into the future
as I lost my past
gone are promises
you vowed would forever last
you discovered new arms
love shining so bright
now as you soar
I crash and burn every night
you found your dream lover
and my nightmares came to life
you left me bleeding tears
this cuts deeper than a knife
you belong to another
new pledges to never part
you leave me slowly dying
burying my aching heart

Chains Of Love


Chains Of Love

No need to lock the doors
to keep you here with me
you will never have to stray
cause my love will set you free

I’ll glue you with tenderness
make your nightmares mine
erase your every lonely hours
teach you about love sublime

our hearts will be tied together
beating a symphony so sweet
lips will be forever locked
body friction making love heat

let my love possess your pains
we will be loving night and day
with my delicate chains of love
you will always want to stay

You’re Beautiful – Part II (A Short Story of Love)

Rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes, Lizbeth sat up in her bed. She found Drew sleeping in the corner.

Obviously, her handsome guardian watched over her, ready to wake her if she displayed any signs of a nightmare.

He protected her so. What else could she expect from a man who held his dying father in his arms? Then, three years repeated the scene with his mother.

Left with no family, Drew would never let anything happen to her. He could never bear that pain, again.

She stood to awaken him, then, hesitated. How could she miss someone even when they were in the same room? What a hopeless romantic.

Tapping her finger over her pouty lips, she wanted to do something special to make him happy. Glancing at the dresser the perfect idea came to her.

Lizbeth tossed a pillow on the floor. Grabbed a bottle of foot massage oil from the dresser and placed it next to him. Taking the ear buds out of his ears, she grabbed his phone.

No need to inspect it. She already knew the song he played.

Lying on the floor, she rested her head on the pillow. Moving ever so carefully, she parked her bare feet in his lap.

He will be pleasantly surprised when he awakens.

Inserting the plugs into her ears, she hit play. The soft instrumentals soothed her. She eased her hand into the thick white bathrobe to stroke her flat belly.

There were so many things she wanted to give this man who changed her life. He taught her to give without taking. He taught her to treasure every moment.

He reminded her of the importance of family.

What will he think when he hears the family of two will soon be three?

Her brown eyes moistened. What better gift to bestow on this loving man?

A lone tear drop streaked down the side of the face until it wet her ear. She closed her eyes to focus on the music.

The lyrics whispered, “You’re beautiful…”

Yes, she felt beautiful. Drew taught her to feel that way. He kissed every unsightly birthmark, her small perky breasts, even the extra five pounds she recently added. The adorable ape adored her every flaw.

Strong hands grabbed her feet.

Lizbeth sighed. Life couldn’t be better.

“You’re beautiful. It’s true…”



She loved him in loud silence
her heart cried out in quiet agony
every day that she went unnoticed
led to barren nights lost in chastity

She loved him from a distance
thought she worked by his side
they would be so perfect together
her insecurities dared not confide

She vowed to love him for eternity
her life lacked rhythm or rhyme
she would adore him in loud silence
With a heartfelt pantomime

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Lonely Author Tells All in his new tell all book entitled “Tell All.”

Yes, staying with the “Love theme” Lonely Author has decided to pen a “Tell-All.”  Never a smoocher & teller, the time has come to spill the beans in hopes of earning some bread.


As you can see, Mother Lonely Author wanted a girl. I am not proud of this.


Even through my early years, she insisted I get in touch with my feminine side. I am not proud of this either.

maxresdefault (2)Yes, Lonely Author worked his way through college as a pole swinger.  My stage name was Lonely Stripper.  I am not proud of this either.


Okay, let’s get down to the down and dirty stuff. Yeah, Paris Hilton. What can I say. We were regular lip lockers. She wasn’t bad. In the end I had to break her heart. Her kisses were too rich for my tastes.


Yes Beyonce. Terrible shame we couldn’t work things out. She went totally bananas. So, I had to cut off the monkey business.


Lady Gaga and Lonely Author had a Bad Romance. Where do you think she got the idea for the song?


Kim K., family, and friends wanted to have some kinky fun with Lonely Author.  Obviously, I had to turn them down. Strange thing is they swore I was a swinger.


This one breaks my heart. Me & Katy Perry, uh-huh. Lonely Author actually discovered the talented brunette. A little know fact is she penned her first song after one of our classic smoochfests. The song was originally entitled, “I Kissed A Chimp and I Liked It.” Sadly, we broke up because of creative differences. I think she’s never recovered.


Here is Lonely Author raking in the dough when his Tell-All hits the book stores.

(Please note: No animals were harmed making this post).

Have a wonderful week.

Keep smiling.

Keep writing.



Loving whispered in my ear
passions making me so weak
kisses igniting my lonely heart
gentle fingers grazed my cheek

Sweaty bodies entwined as one
no I never wanted to let you go
gentle fingers caressed my soul
need you more than you can know

My body groans as I see your face
I knew it was too good to be true
yes tonight I made love to another
another night pretending it was you


Flower In A Fortress

Unlike most days, where I respond to posts fairly quickly, today I will be out much of the day. If anything in this post inspires you to leave a comment, please feel free to do so. I will get back to you late in the afternoon. I didn’t want anyone to think I was ignoring them.

Today, I’m scheduled to be in an office full of attorneys for several hours.

Do you know what this means?

Later in the evening I will take my warm shower using Mr. Clean, Brillo, Easy Off, Lysol, L’Oreal (because I’m worth it), Branson Industrial Strength Cleaner, Bounty (the quicker picker upper), and three scouring pads.

Please, feel free to leave your grime removing suggestions.

And now, back to the loving…

Flower In A Fortress

Gazing through the window pane, at the distant stars, he smiled. They didn’t seem to be as far as the woman he desired. He wondered why she choose to be a flower in a fortress. Without sun or rain this beauty would never bloom. Who wounded her so badly to make her feel this way? If only she would let him in; even for a moment, he would win her trust and tear down her walls; brick by lonely brick.

He would rather live with her rejection
Than bask in another girl’s affection
He needed her
Only her


You’re Beautiful (A Short Story of Love)

He dropped to one knee to slip off her sandals and smiled.

She surprised him with new beige sandals by Michael Kors. The French manicured toe nails informed him she had a fresh pedicure as well.

All just for him. He made a mental note to drop two hundred on her dresser.

Unhooking the straps of her sandals, he gave her delicate feet a loving squeeze as he slipped them off.

He set the shower to her favorite temperature. As the warm water soaked their bodies, he reached for her shampoo. His strong fingers washed her silky hair. Her work day stress flowed down the drain with the white suds.

Minutes later, she slipped into a comfy white gown and pouted, “I have to cook.”

He took her hand, kissed it, and led her to their bed. “Beautiful, take a nap. I will cook tonight.”

His finger on her lips prevented her from protesting.

She gave him a little peck before he journeyed to the kitchen.

He reached into his pocket for her cell phone which he snatched while she wasn’t looking. He pressed the screen to activate it. Unfamiliar with her new iphone; he shut it off.

No one would disturb her rest.

He returned to the room, wanting so badly to stroke her soft cheek. He needed to kiss her full lips. Sigh.

Sleep was her sanctuary and he was born to protect her serenity.

He leaned against the wall to enjoy his favorite pastime – observing her as she napped in a cloud of fresh white sheets.

Slipping head phones into his ears. He searched for one of his favorite songs. The same song he always played while she slept.

The instrumentals began.

As she slept, he found bliss in her peace.

The music and lyrics flowed directly to his heart.

“My life is brilliant. My love is pure.
I saw an angel. Of that I am sure.”

Yes, he saw an angel.

She gave so openly. Never expecting anything in return. She fulfilled his needs. Including sharing her family with him.

After so many years alone, she helped him feel “family,” again.

His one regret? One lifetime isn’t enough time to shower her with the love, affection, and gratitude she deserved.

But damn, he will try.

Still leaning against the wall, he sank until his jeans touched the floor. Alone in his familiar corner, he glanced at his watch. She will sleep for an hour or two.

It didn’t matter.

He will wait.

She was worth it.

“You’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.
You’re beautiful, it’s true.”