He's tall and handsome with a

voice that makes my knees shake.

Holding Sprite and Beam in one hand,

A fishing pole in the other.

We will fish off the dock,

And talk about what we caught.

At dusk he'd build us a fire, where

We sit with our tensions rising,

Methodically caressing our hands together,

He finally leans over for a kiss,

Sweet and soft, but strong.

Speak to me, first, of absinthe

and pork belly. Your calloused

hands say I have done most things

and you, woman, will be next. 

Lean in. Tell me a secret I have

never been told. Linger by my ear,

finger a lock of my hair with your

usual carelessness take me or leave

me you could go either way 

You will never be mine but

only children count people.

We walk hand in hand, carrying those childish sweets he loves.

I am taller by almost a foot, but he still walks like he is the lord of this world we try to survive.

"You don't survive life," he tells me with a pout. "You conquer it."

I smile.

"I am guessing, I will conquer it for you, in your name?" I say.

He smirks and kisses me. "Precisely."

69 coins to share in a go dutch date

six kisses in the theater 

right around nine o'clock

nine lives, you'll hope for 

like a pussy cat has

you're gonna need 'em if you

cross the line on your first date

maybe not,

it depends on your position 

or viewpoint

as you walk her up to her room

perhaps you'll swoon

as she invites you into

her warm bed

My perfect date? I could say that my perfect date would be getting caught in the rain on the way home from the movies. Maybe watching a movie, my heart beating out of my chest as you take my hand for the first time. Or just talking, and laughing for hours with music playing. But the truth? My perfect date is anywhere, anytime as long as I'm with you. 

It began with anticipation and butterflies flickering within.

Embers of hope sparked. Shone off like fireflies in the dark. 

The ever compassing romantic unfurled from her slumber, dreaming of softness and silk.

Of rich foods enjoyed by gleaming eyes. Of walks in old places. The memory of dark spaces . 

The by and by of days gone by, startled touch, and moody scenes.

Chocolate kisses, blossoms, & giddiness...lovers sigh.

I'll make plans...

And it'll all go to shit.

What's new, right?

Our ride'll be late,

They lost our tickets,

We sit behind some giants.

The show was terrible,

the guy next to us won't

stop farting up a storm,

Can't leave fast enough,

I left my jacket,

your feet hurt.

Our room key won't work,

left the corkscrew at home,

but at least you're here.

you're all I....

Handsome charming

A crisp navy pea coat

Chanel Bleu aroma

Gorgeous white smile

He is everything

Rainy, steamy night

Dinner spot is dimly lit

I love Italian. My favorite place

Pinot Noir flows like bleeding hearts

Is tonight the night?

It's been five years. Tonight is it.

"Yes" "Yes ....I love you!" Yes I'd love to be your wife!"

Rehearsed 1000 times

We talk. No questions

Nights like this are frequent hits

Laying on the sleeping bag in the bed of his truck, wrapped up in his arms. The midnight sky is filled with shinning stars. His breath is warm on my skin, which now causes goosebumps to crawl on my skin. Hopping off the bed of the truck I go and grab the 22 rifle, and give him a sly smile. Then we go off into the woods to hunt.

Black, supple, and intoxicating. Waiting just out of reach. You have to climb for this treat. In the sweltering sun, whole body glistening. Firm. In your mouth: sweet and sticky. I know wrinkled isn’t a turn on, but trust me you want the wrinkles. You want to run your tongue along the wrinkled flesh. To taste the Sahara, to taste the swaying palms, and salty deserts where it ripened.