13.7.01

When I was younger I perfected the art of invisibility. Not so much that I could not be seen, but more like I was not seen. I could be in a room of people, and no one would notice me. I could speak and no one would hear me. It seems now, this skill also works on email lists. I can post and no one responds. Life can be very strange sometimes.

11.7.01

What do you think about when you kiss my lips?
What do you think about laying there on the bed unable to move your hands or feet?
What do you think about when you are open like a rose in bloom before me?
What do you think about when I touch you there ... or there ...
or THERE!?

What do you think about? I sometimes wonder as I'm looking into your eyes.