Constant fancy to touch, kiss, be close. Are we in a dream, surviving on hope? Will time ever pass, finally sunset. Alone in my thoughts until you awaken. Moving through skip all commercials. Why does one require sleep at all? You ever felt bliss, totally drained of energy. Could the past lives been nightmares. Love soothes as we move close, bodies touch. Circumstances raise a glorious reunion.

I think I am done. Unless; Dear Heart brings dearheart back with his sorrows drown with moderation, and his intimate verbiage skills upgraded and relaxed. Waiting for that happy ending? I just do not think I can get in the fire with someone new. Spending time while he shops for another me on the singles sites just too much to bear. These are some of the memories and I did not have a camera.

Passion Renewal click below! Sharing The Beauty of Dance! October 28, 2014. Much is awry, undone? Charities try, even score. Cannot marry, to some. Food scary, nasty sum. Coups tarry, seems plum. WROng, move things along! Feats in all; Coup dˊeˊtats. Sharon Rose, poetic, moves.

Azaleas, tulips, depart. Soften our hearts from bisque.

Spontaneous Writing and Blurbs! July 31, 2014. Pic by Maggie Van Zandt posted on National Audubon Society FB. Thinking about you knowing what you were telling me sitting with my red cola bottle on the deck. I was waiting for the sunrise as you flew up to me flapping hurrying. Remembering a very happy time while enjoying another long rambling deck high atop a secret hideaway.