Missing

A writer always knows when it’s time to write again.   The world just seems out of order without it.  Balance is about to be restored. Through writing, I grow and change the world. 

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Locked eyes within a naked embrace, A tear of elation trickling down my face. A story waiting to unfold, In your hand my heart you hold. Spreading my lips without your hands, This sensation is more than my body can stand. You enter me and tenderly escapes a moan… Melting and breaking an aged stone

Hello world!

FIRST POST Well I started this blog in order to have a place for my random thoughts and stories. Im putting down my fears and stepping out on faith. Faith that is grounded in a new opportunity. Hopefully you can relate to something and if not then this shall be entertaining. That is all.

What If

What if I put down my memories of a broken past and stepped full force into your heart and allowed love to take over and be my breath…be my heart beat…be my skin to find comfort in…Just what would happen if I allowed you to be my heaven and release my hell…What do I do