Poezii

I have not heard from you and I wait and today I wake early. The sun peaking through the blinds lights on my telephone and says, \"you have not called.\" The telephone sits and I know

Era o vreme. Atunci, cand auzeam acel ciocanit in notificarea mea de Mirc indicand ca cineva ar fi putut fi tu. Inima mea inceta sa mai bata Insa acum din cauza \"circumstantelor\"

Did Our Best Moments last- \'Twould supersede the Heaven- A few-and they by Risk-procure- So this Sort-are not given- Except as stimulants-in Cases of Despair- Or Stupor-The Reserve- These

The heart knows before The mind will admit knowledge of love\'s existence Thank God finding out I love you was never Mission Impossible...

In India The fakirs Are able to lie On a bed of nails Without blood Or pierced flesh The problem is I have had one faker Too many Invite me to their beds Where they Are able to lie And

It used to be That every time I heard That little \"knocking\" signal On my Mirc notify Indicating that someone Had just come online My heart would skip a beat Because it might be you But for

Our urgent whispers All aflame with desire Spilling forth our love

Your words of passion Coalescing through the screen Caressing my flesh

One kiss from your lips Worth far more than mere diamonds Wealth beyond compare

Our daily contact Small yet so necessary My soul\'s sustenance

As I wake alone Tasting still your phantom kiss Pray let me dream on

My thoughts far away Yet again conjuring you Oh sweet distraction

Yet another glitch An addition to out list Of missed connections

Our life line to love Capricious technology Frustration abounds

Such heartfelt phrases I gather your gifts to me Clinging to each word

Erotic embrace Across a thousand miles Ultimate Tantric

Straining to reach you Across the frozen wasteland Of Cyberia

Nectar - Imi place sunetul acelui cuvant Cand aluneca de pe buzele tale Coborand pe ale mele

I won\'t ask that you promise anything. Your voice on the phone captures me nails me enthralls me. I could be so happy if I could hold you and feel you fit against me where my

To finally know how little I meant to you to know the choice was made before I began my plea to understand that there was never a chance that is the final hammer strike. Words you think I

It really is a matter of perspective. The morning air is still dim and cool the birds I can hear almost seem to be whispering about something that has yet to happen, and if it does they will

Working to build a new life for myself I find like ancient people I search among the ruins for stones that can still be used salvaged to create something new lasting solid. In turning

The hardest thing, I have felt... Was gazing into you... I thought I saw a fire... My heart, loved and true... But in a moment all was lost... Within a flood of lies... For the only thing I

He is not what I expected In fact, he is totally not my type Or at least the type that I have always been attracted to But he is the type Tall, dark, dangerous looking The kind that ooze

I stumbled onto you, half by mistake, trying to elude the hounds who have no discretion or taste. You were a polite voice, in a world of ramble, A gentleman searching for more than the tepid

Revealing myself Like the petals on a rose, as they open slowly Exposing the inner softness Arousing the senses with a fragrant whisper Drawing you closer Sensing my vulnerable

last night we were in bed together, he was in his single bed, many hours away and me in a man\\\'s pj top, it could have been his in my dark bedroom with the quilt on. I pressed the phone to my

With ease I become lost in your dreams easing into deep sleep on calm waters feeling surrounded by liquid desire for me I swim in your decadent luxury, Warm sea engulfs me I drown, losing my