Found out, quite by accident, that I had a gift for writing in 2004, and have been writing since then. In those years, however, I've not written a lot; I'd like to think, though, that what I've written and posted has been quality. I much prefer quality over quanity.
If you happen by, I hope you will find something to your liking, and that you will enjoy what you've found.
He's his own biggest fan
Loves the sound of his own voice
Never listening, only talking;
you don't really have a choice
...
Like a warm, spring rain
your laughter falls around me,
washing away the dust from
my dry, parched spirit;
...
Come my love...my only love
Look deeply into the emerald waters of my eyes,
where your reflection shimmers in these twin, limpid pools
See the passion unbridled I can no longer contain,
...
Could there ever be a greater joy
than that experienced by a woman
on the day of the birth
of her firstborn
...
If you knew the hours spent
Longing for your touch;
The days and nights I've
Dreamed of you
...