The Son of a Bitch told me I had cancer! I screamed. I wanted to wake up from this nightmare of a dream! Endometriosis diagnosed wrong by an arrogant ass of a man! He took so much more from me than he could ever start to understand. The oncologist gave me six months to live, I had finally found someone that with my love I wanted to give. My love had warned me before the day of the first surgery, You have ovarian cancer! he said while handing me books underlined passages to read. I cursed him ...

Fresh is the passion I draw from your lips, A soul can journey throughout time for this. Gentle the touch within your fingertips, Moments spent devouring you bring true bliss. None before have embraced this man's spirit, Nor found the path leading them to my heart. For passion, for love, to speak, to hear it, Aching I feel you tearing me apart. Here this moment wanting to taste of you, To spread those lips heaven in you is found. Caressing, Embracing, raising us through, Enticing, inviting, l...

In birth, innocense is our beginning. The way we are whether short a rib . . . or having a full set is chosen by a swim of the channel of life. Whether you believe in God or you do not, to know that one moment shared between two people can open the universe for three. The choice to create life is often taken way too lightly, and for the most part it becomes and afterthought. In death, one relives what should have, could have, and would have been if one could relive our lost chapters and chang...

The steam rising fog all around us, Water cascading down your body as paint upon a canvas. Raising your arms straight above your head, Creating memories . . . forever a testement that shall forever this night brand us. Deeper dove our kisses . . . our hands wrapped together as wandering vines, My eyes embracing the drip of the faucet learning every opening. . . every pore. Up raise our heartbeats, passion permanently moving as a storm front rolling in, Legs crossing the waves of emotion drivi...