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I’m thinking about how nice it would be to share coffee with him this morning.  His sharp mind leads me into his world with a hunger for more. I search for a gap in the wall that keeps us apart, hoping to peer into his heart and find myself there.  Poetic thoughts of love and lust rule my day. When I look off into the distance I see only him and I smile.

“Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.” 

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


Fantasy #2

sheer pink


tugged from

bony hips

puddle on

painted toes



dark blue



heaped on

naked toes


she with

naked breasts

legs astride


he with

brawny build

throbbing hard


flesh meets flesh

moans meet groans

warm streams

wet dreams

in silence

they rest