we are one

Sexy lovers in bedroom

And now back to our regularly scheduled programming (yes you guessed it) – LOVE.


we are one


Please don’t ask me what are we
For the tugging of your heart is my gravity
you are gentle wind chimes ringing in my soul
as our broken pieces connect to make us whole

You are the raging percussion inside my chest
I am the ebb and flow of your warm breast
we are the scorching heat of a solar flare
a refreshing breeze running through your hair

We are twin flames burning in sweet harmony
Your magnetism holding my metal so tenderly
cherished summer just before autumn has begun
My love, we are and always will be one.


“In a world of temporary things, you are a perpetual feeling.”       –  Sanober Khan

Photo from Google Images.


The Beautiful Redhead


The Beautiful Redhead

She wore her red hair

like a fragrance by Chanel.

An elegant tapestry of

silky curls and waves.

The ebb and flow of her locks

calming like a starry night.

If she only knew

what I would give

to caress her hair tonight.


Photo of redhead from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER: I am the Lonely Author and I approve of this message.

She Writes For Me


She Writes For Me

No one knows our secret

Our beautiful connection

From her pen

To my heart

She writes of love

She writes of me

Perhaps she’ll write tonight

so I can read her words

and pretend

she writes for me.

Image borrowed from Google Images.

DISCLAIMER. Fiction, though I wish it wasn’t.

Back To You

lonely-girl-wait-on-the-road-miss-youBack To You

My shoes are worn
cause I have walked
through every maze
in search of love.
I am a proud knight
riding lonely carousels
searching for a lady
while fighting windmills.
Dead ends always greet me
as I move in no direction.
I missed you here
nostalgic over there,
a journey never ends
when shortcuts don’t exist,
I strolled down winding roads
traveled both sides of the fork
without the use of a compass
I found out I was never lost.
Cause it doesn’t matter what road I take
when every path leads me back to you

Photo from Google Images.

A throwback for my newer Followers. Have a wonderful day full of sunshine and smiles.




“Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.”

Darius rested underneath a weeping willow. His disheartening journey has lasted longer than time.

Five thousand years ago, he adored the woman he protected; the Pharaoh’s young bride. It started innocently, exchanging forbidden smiles and glances.

Until, one day Aziza lost her balance and fell into his granite arms.

A week later they feasted on grapes; as they made love on the banks of the Nile beneath the radiant moonlight.

News of their secret romance reached the Pharaoh.

Pharaoh ordered his magician, “Poison my disloyal wife. Reward her with the gift of eternal reincarnation.”

Beaten within moments of death, Darius pleaded with the Pharaoh. “I prefer to die a thousand deaths than to live a day without my beloved Aziza.”

“Let Darius live forever. He can suffer through eternity watching her die ten thousand deaths.”

Through the centuries, Darius walked the Earth alone. He found her soul in women of different colors and lands. He buried her a thousand times.

Since Columbus discovered the New World he has yet to see her.

He may never find her again.

Time can heal the broken heart, but it can also hurt the waiting heart.

Image taken from Google.

I posted “The Pharaoh’s Bride” back in June 2016.

During my absence from blogging, I fleshed out this short story. Working in small blocks of time, I researched the ancient Egyptians and reincarnation.

In my manuscript, Darius, the immortal, attempts to help Angelo (a grumpy war veteran dying of cancer) find his long lost love, while sharing his tale of undying love.

Currently, I am ten chapters deep into the story.

Drowning (Erotica – not for the faint of heart)



Always in control                          

never ruled by cravings

then I met a siren

who lived by misbehaving

kisses on my neck

setting me on fire

red fingernails grazed my chest

inflaming my desire

unbuckled and unzipped

her fingers set me free

delicious mouth performing magic

delivering ecstasy

soaked in perspiration

she inspired me with lust

our bodies splashed together

as she met my every thrust

Always in control

‘til her passions left me breathless

lost in un-salvageable bliss

drowning in her wetness

for so long

I wanted to change things up. Reading the works of so many inspiring writers I have penned this.

Criticisms please.

Ladies, be gentle. This was my first time…..hehehe


for so long

for so long

I have adored her through my window

far too long

I have suffered her silent tears

so unloved

this siren breathes unappreciated

too unloved

retreating in the shadows of her fears


for so long

 he abused her with his hatred

far too long

drowning in her love in vain

so unloved

if only she would let me adore her

too unloved

my tears could wash away her pain