Bed time used to be the best time.With you. Now, it’s the very worst part of my day.You are not here. I cannot kiss you, as the sign above requires.I cannot smell your freshly showered scent.I cannot caress that curve of your hip that races my heart.I cannot run my...
We were together.I forget the rest. — Walt Whitman
Jogging is different now.The “scenery” used to make me smile.The “curves” never failed to excite.The sweat was somehow inviting.(The shower… eyeballed from around a corner… was… intoxicating). I suppose I wasn’t really jogging back then.I was just walking...
Somewhere, way back when, I said I was looking for someone who is, “Capable of calling my bluffs and willing to do so… sometimes.”I had no idea how actually incredibly accurate that stated desire was.I need that from a woman.I need a partner.I need your...
We need to fight.Because we never did.(Until that last night.)But we should have. Now, I’m fighting to get you back.So we can fight.And get it right.And go to bed together tonight.Not to sleep… “It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the...
