Life is Your Story

Of all the things we experience in our lifetimes - love is undeniably the most significant. Love gives and receives. It makes us feel alive even when we are near death. It's the one thing we can take with us because in the end; love departs hand in hand with our souls. When we are in crisis, the first thing we reach for is love. It provides an escape from our worries and obsessions as it wraps its arms around us and whispers "You are not alone - I will always walk beside you." Love knows us better than we know ourselves. Love leads us to where we are supposed to be on the purest and most intimate level. There are no rubber bands for love, no walks or bike rides, yet love is the force behind all of the causes that drive us to be there for our families and friends. So if you are feeling empty, remember that love is waiting around the corner to remind you why you are here. Go love and then love some more. For my parents  - For your parents -  th

Kiss Me  Lips  Tongue Inhale Exhale Rock Me Fill Me Deep Rescue Me Hold Me Explore Me Here There Everywhere In the dark In the light Up Down Again and Again Taste Me Tasting You Warm Wet Love Lust Sex All of Me All of You Accept Me Respect Me Kiss Me For all of those who have found love and to the brave souls who are willing to try and find it again.

moving on it's a survival skill like making fire building a shelter finding water but no one teaches us how to move on after suffering a loss experiencing failure the end of a relationship the end of something that is never supposed to end Love                 we stumble and fall lose direction lose ourselves because we have no idea how to move on we remain stuck in the middle where there is no beginning and no end obsessing over the same thoughts going in circles with an aching head and a beaten soul we all need to move on I do You do because there is nothing in the stillness and while you wait there someone somewhere is moving on from you

In the dark Is the mist Is the fog Of our love It comes and goes But is always in the shadows And  the pockets of  our regrets Your tongue strikes The sweetest lightning Along my skin Lifting me higher Into the foggy mist Where I breathe into you And you breathe into me Your lips are my lips Warm and willing Your top lip  Your bottom lip Equally as important My tongue awakens  Your mouth Your senses Every inch of you Colliding  With every inch of me As your hands stray Across and along my body I taste your taste With each love detour You have mapped With your tongue And when I slide  Down to you In circular motions Of all that was then Of all that is now All of you Meets All of me Down - Down There is a cry  for my lips for my mouth Your hands rhythmically caressing My head in a waltz  That leads t

Kiss me Tongue me Lick me Love me Here There Everywhere Warm Wet Wonderful Love your lips Love your love Waltzing Dancing Tongue to tongue Beautiful - Naked We are one  Happy Valentine's Day to everyone who has found love and to all the brave souls who are willing to try and find it again. 

Heartbreak is a scar that you carry around hidden beneath your sleeve but always visible in your eyes. No matter how much you grow or how many others you fall in love with, you never forget that one great, big heartbreak. And it’s not just your heart that breaks, it’s your mind as well.   You see life differently and everyone else you encounter thereafter is subjected to careful examination.  You put on a brave face at work all day but when you return home you find yourself struggling to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart that have fallen everywhere and nowhere. This break, this dark cloud dipping into your soul has brought you to your knees leaving you unable to sleep, think or eat. The pain so intense, you are convinced it cannot be tamed. But for the most part and as time goes on, the thoughts and images fade and the pain lessens. The heart begins to heal and blossom and you open it up for business once again. You realize that without a broke

There’s a common ground between all of us and it starts with worrying. Everyone everywhere worries about something. We are born to worry. Some of us turn it off better than others but for the most part it’s always there in the back of your mind pulling at you. Health or lack thereof can especially bring on worry. It’s one of the most important things you can worry about. It’s something that you often have little control over but it can take control of you and your entire life in a fraction of a second. We worry about love. Love isn’t free and it isn’t all that you need but whatever you do have of it and no matter how much you have of it; you worry you will lose it. We all lose love and find love throughout our lifetimes. We give our love away and we take love often without really comprehending its value. We worry about our children from the time they are born until the time we leave this world and chances are that even when we are no longer here

There is no such thing as old love There is only love Once you love someone They leave an indelible mark on your soul Even if they hurt you terribly Or they somehow wandered away You still have love for them In that very place they left it There is still a trace of every set of lips That has ever kissed yours Sometimes they are regrets Sometimes they are blessings You can’t bring an end to love There are no walks or runs or rubber bracelets To rid the world of love When Love walks out your door You just have to believe  It will march back through that door Without that belief You just may miss it Happy Valentines Day to all of those who have found love and to all of those still brave enought to believe they will find it again.

This is what happened.   I went to meet a new freelance client downtown.   I am standing on a corner at a red light and across the way at the opposite light, I spot an X LOVER (this happens at several intersections on a weekly basis).   The decision process begins. Let’s run through this together.  Here are the choices: A - Walk briskly and pretend not to see him. B - Same as A except pretend to be talking to someone on my cell phone. C - Just be mature, polite, and normal for 3 minutes. Do the “How are you?” thing, listen attentively and then move along.   D - At all costs, back up slowly, keeping your eye on the subject and cross at a different intersection.   I chose option "D"   I'm heading down the wrong street in the wrong direction and I'm thinking to myself, "Maybe I should consider going back into therapy” when things suddenly get worse. I see a relative coming straight my way and I know from vast experience that she is a close talker wit

Being in love is an incredibly, powerful feeling. It carries you from every day oblivion into a mind-blowing cluster of intense passion and desire. I don't know why we fall in love with certain people. Although in most instances, I have always felt that the people I have most been in love with; I knew in a past life. There is nothing quite as intense and hypnotic as those first few months together making love. When I think of being in love and making love, I think of deep, warm kisses. I think of lying in bed in the dark, buried under the covers, speaking softly about things that I share no where else, with no one else. I think of how magical it feels to melt into one another; nothing in-between except the energy of our lustful love. I am reminded of the stillness, skin to skin, loving, caring, floating effortlessly. Photo by Edward Eyers When was the last time you made love to someone, disconnecting from the world and all the worries? Can you remember how it felt to s