Quotes For The Soul: One More Time


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“Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.” –Maya Angelou

I choose to be vulnerable in love, in like even and that always leaves my heart bruised. Broken once but bruised often. But even still, the nostalgia of the perfect moments in between is why I’ll forever allow my heart to love and live in a vulnerable space. I can’t and won’t apologize for who I am and I can’t make anyone see the beauty in such a scary, thrilling and risky approach. I can only continue “to trust love one more time and always one more time.”




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Nights likes these
When the sound of the wind
hums a lullaby against my windows
I find myself missing you

Nights like these
When the cold air sneaks under my blanket & cause my skin to rise
I find myself needing you

Nights like these
When my lips are lonely and
My own arms hold me
I find myself desiring you

Nights like these
When your side of the bed remains abandoned and you unseen
I find myself trying to seek you

Nights like these
I long to feel the warmth of
your skin against my own and
wrap my legs around your being

Nights like these…
Where are you?

Quotes For The Soul: Moments


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The moon is full tonight. Well at least it appears so visually. I am finally able to place my head in a clear space. I can now once again admire the beauty of my favorite masterpiece that I’ve admittedly neglected in recent months. Neglected because my focus was not on the present. Neglected because my thoughts were everywhere but within my own existence. But tonight I see you so clearly, Mr. Moon. I appreciate your beauty, your light and your grandiose presence. Your quiet stillness still enchants me and has a way of centering me. Oh how I love nights like these. Nights where my mind is completely free of worry or much else. Only thoughts and visions of you Mr. Moon and my incidental connection with the many beings that may have paused, if even for a moment, to also admire your beautiful existence tonight.

“Sometimes we just need someone. It doesn’t matter who it is. Just someone to remind us what it’s like to live in a moment and feel something before we walk away.” –R.M. Drake



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Your kisses linger days later…
I find myself replaying our lip nibbling,
tongue wrestling, minor groping session
over and over and over again.
Imagining you discovering new
unexplored places to land your lips,
flick your tongue.
Your kisses linger days later…
From the touch of our foreheads
meeting and resting in between.
To our lips coyly pecking
before the next session begins.
Your kisses linger days later…

Miss you


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I miss you all the time…
The thought of you is slowly
becoming my addiction
Like coffee, I yearn for your existence
to start and sustain my days.

Often times I wonder whose lips
are currently curved around your brim
Who’s taking in your strong aroma
Who’s basking in your sweet steam
Hoping the sips from her lips end soon

I can’t wait to take in gulps of you
each and every morning with my lips
curved and our bodies intertwined…
I miss you all the time…