When our hips Meet
A dance Sparks In Intimate Fashion...
Sinking in the soft sand
Holding a seashell up to my ear tis a sound I that I love..the ebb of the...
Inspired by a beautiful poem written by Marion Price.
We visit them quite often, dear Souls that...
I thought I had figured out how to find my way. Never really knowing I was stuck in miry clay....
The world is a rogue wave in an otherwise tranquil cacophony. Like porridge in a squeaky door hinge...
there’s an acorn made of sensible things never in your tree. your branches sprawl ...
One two Three Hands Intertwined Clinched
Off to the restroom...
in vain i tried to call your name but as usual the reply was...
walking in a cave, because seeing your light. lights out and lost, just a joke to you...
Sometimes late at night my mind goes a wondering Endlessly drifting In and out of thoughts of Helen...
You think me your glass butterfly. You tell me this, I always cry. You say you fear I’ll fly...
You look at her now and then, she never knew. You smile at her now and then, she never...
Sit with me and hold my hands.
Lets watch the children Play in the sand, As we Listen...
Some people are more beautiful than words, but sometimes we only have words, so I hope they're enough, to...
There were wondrous whispers coming from the waterfall Sacred secrets cascading down in her love’s...
There was a lady who met a Guy, He made her smile and never told a lie! He wasn't after fame...
