Please swirl me, one more time.
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
Please swirl me, one more time.. 1- She told him. Please don’t forget me my love. Tonight we dance with the sea near and the sound of the ocean is our needed song.… Continue reading
You and me? A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams. We found each other again, drowning in old regret and good whiskey in the dark Texas taverns. You told… Continue reading
The color of love. Dear lover. You made me come alive.The fire in your eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes anddrown in the gentleness of your voice. Your sweet… Continue reading
Words for you my love. 1- The Illusion Some photos are poetry. Beautiful photos and beautiful artwork.They are poetry for the eyes.I saw you resting alone. Simple photo with great beauty.The illusion of… Continue reading
Keep you safe. I remember the day you saved me.Your gentle eyes of hazel green saw me andyou caressed my face with your soft hands, and you whispered.Been too long dear Johnnie and… Continue reading
Lost in the abyss of you. Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to faraway places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I could… Continue reading
Part one. Naked thoughts escape me and I told you. You are so damn beautiful. Please allow me to fall into your eyes and I will bleed for you; I will do anything… Continue reading
Once upon a time. I returned to Akron in 1980. I was looking for a sweet memory In 1973 at my fifteen-birthday party. The prettiest friend of my sister gave me a birthday… Continue reading
The wicked games, we play… 1- We stole kisses, we said so many words of lies.We loved the wicked game.We adored our naked nights, where we shared sin and gin.We love the darkest… Continue reading
Maybe yes, maybe no? I been hiding in the highway 35 taverns for three months. Started drinking early and writing, the happy hours blues poetry. Once I was the great dreamer, wanting everything… Continue reading