When it gets quiet tonight, listen.         That’s me, whispering the  words I can’t say out loud…    Not in the bright of day,                   Not to your face,                                     Not yet.                                   Some day I will,             Some day you’ll hear them, Some day you’ll finally understand.    

I’ve seen the little girl inside you, I’ve seen the old woman you’ll become, But what I haven’t seen is the story of us. Your eyes disguise your feelings, Your enigmatic smile reveals nothing, Your words dance around the truth. And so I wait.    

Here’s an excerpt from my new book, “Love, Evolved: A Collection of Erotic Poetry.” You can get your copy in the Kindle bookstore by going to: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B008N103YQ *** The bold and magnificent red reminds me of blooming roses, romantic dinners with Parisian wine, melting with you into silk sheets, passion so hot the windows steam. […]

You smiled and I dropped my marbles, little bits of my life scattered on the floor. You were amused; I felt flustered as I crawled around trying to put it back together. Then the hair stood up on the back of my head: Goosebumps, heart pounding, hands shaking when I realized I made these marbles just for you.   […]

I admire your golden shell; you remind me of sunshine (except you’re a little flaky). I gently peel back your layers, getting rid of the dead stuff to reveal your heart in the middle. Now I know why onions make people cry. .