JOURNAL: CHILDHOOD MEMORIES...OF LOST IN SPACE

I don't know if combining Forbidden Planet with Seinfeld and Gilligan's Island is exactly on target, but there are elements of all three. I was in second grade when this show premiered, and I never missed an episode. The stories were always interesting to me, and even at age eight the character of Dr. Smith absolutely captured my imagination. There are aspects of this fellow that are so very interesting - here is a guy with a great deal of education who never seems to have learned anything from the mythology he is always reciting to everyone, as in "All That Glitters", my all-time favorite episode. He didn't remember the tragedy of King Midas when he was making his wish? His greed and his cowardice override any mental advantage he may have. He is truly the George Costanza of space exploration - whenever he stumbles upon a piece of good fortune he has to milk it for all it's worth until the whole situation turns on him. Then there are the children - Will and Penny. No matter what Dr. Smith does they still like the guy, and he does a lot. He bargains with aliens to take Will's brain for their experiments instead of his, and in another episode turns Penny into platinum, although he does feel remorse about the latter deed. In fact, the children are Smith's only friends. He is merely tolerated by the adults, and for good reason.

There is the "innocence and chastity beyond reason" element that was part of Gilligan's Island and is part of this show too. Despite the only natural and healthy attraction between Major Donald West and Judy Robinson, we are to believe that nothing really happens between the two for years on end. Also like Gilligan's Island, although the group's first priority starts off as finding a way to return to earth, eventually they settle into a kind of domestic tranquility and seem to make peace with their situation of being "lost in space".

Of course, rewatching this series over forty years later, it is not quite as great as I remembered it, but it is still great fun and Smith is still a fascinating character. It's also interesting to see what people in the 1960's thought earthly civilization would be like in 1997. It's humorous yet somewhat tragic to see the optimistic viewpoint people had of the future in the 1960's pertaining to human nature. What the series' creators couldn't foresee is that today people are much more like Zachary Smith than the Robinson family - at least the people in charge of things are.


The show makes you feel you are apart of the action. You get sad when the show gets sad, you feel happy when Robinson's are happy. You feel angry at Doctor Smith when he is up to his old tricks. The show has empathy for other forms of life they come across. It allows you to see things from their point of view and not just humans! This show is pure fantasy. It's pure imagination. That's why you shouldn't care if it's camp or not! The show, although was serious in the first few episodes, Irwin Allen obviously wanted to have fun and make people enjoy the adventure


I can still remember the horror and fascination of space in the mid-1970s, which at the time was completely new terrain. Giant blobs, tentacled creatures, plastic ray guns, laser beams - it didn't matter what tricks the producers employed, it was all NEW STUFF as far as I was concerned. Of course, if you compare the props, effects and plots with today's sci-fi, you'd probably burst out laughing and scoff at how primitive it was back then. When you were 5 years old and you sat in your parents' living room, hunched over a black-and-white TV set, scared out of your wits, yet thrilled to bits at the harrowing adventures of the Robinsons. You buy it because maybe even at that young age, you had a crush on Penny Robinson (Angela Cartwright) and you want to try and grasp that feeling again, which at the time was also NEW STUFF to you. So this is first and foremost a trip down memory lane and it won't appeal to anyone who never watched the show as a kid.

POETRY: WITH ETERNITY

They are the basis of my being,
This soul rested within theirs.
While fears of their doom,
Become victims to faith.
For they and I are one,
With eternity

2
Eyes lit upon the warmth of love as you hold me close in your arms
Eyes staring into each others soul, love waiting to explode.
Music melody softly playing as we kiss the night away.
Eyes searching for love so true, memories flashing with every thought of you.
Eyes beholding such a mystery wanting this to last forever and not be history.
Eyes tell the soul it's you and only wants to be loved by you.
The look of love is in your eyes as you hold me close to you.
Body language speaks its mind as we make gestures with our eyes.
Laughter, joy fills the soul, regal, elegant to behold.
Look of love is in your eyes like the ocean surf with heavy tides.
Look of love is in your eyes mellowing out intoxicating pleasures.
If eyes could express the meaning of love,
They would speak a heavenly language sent from heaven above.

3

Every moment, since our first
Danced lovingly through my mind
Every smile, every laugh, every tear.

How lucky I am to have had those times,
Luckier still, to have more.
Tomorrow is a day I always look towards,
Tomorrow is another day with her.

Her thoughts of me find my heart,
Her thoughts are kind and pure.
Her thoughts, to me, I return in kind.
As I think of her once more.

The curve of her cheek as she looks past my gaze
Leads my heart to her lovely face.
This moment, like so many, catches me drifting,
Luck is mine once more.

Every moment, since our first
Has been lovelier than the last,
Every smile, every laugh, every giggle, every Her...

As I simply sit here next to her,
These thoughts keep filling my mind;
As I simply sit here next to her,
I smile, and smile, and smile.


4

When left alone with your own shadow,
There are times when u forget to hide
Waters surfacing beneath your eyes,
And the warm drops fall upon the ground.
The mists of the past enfold you in their embrace
And refuse to let you go, to set you free,
For what still binds you for the dream of yesterday
Is the memory of that look in her eyes -
For when you gazed across the black of night,
You found the light you had been searching for
All your life (and perhaps even before)
In the shimmering twinkle in her eyes.
You stepped out of the darkness, and walked hand in hand,
Leaving footprints by the shore buried in the sand.
Your peals of laughter and tears of sadness
Mixed with the music of the crashing waves.
And you thought this joy would last forever,
But happiness was not all you thought it would be.
Your soul looked for something you could not find,
From the gentle chains, you yearned to be free.
So you drifted away, and she let you go,
With the last ray of the sleepy sun?s fading light.
The shaft of light shined upon her silver tears
As she slowly disappeared from your sight.
In the middle of an empty, endless black sea
You drifted away like a lost island.
Clouds of illusions and false hopes blinded you
You had no one to turn to, or reach out for your hand.
You looked back, but she was nowhere in sight,
You closed your eyes and tried to shut away the night.
Try as you might, you can?t bring back yesterday,
Can?t wish for daylight in the thickening gray.
One night, you wake up to see her eyes again -
Two brilliant torches in the dark night sky.
And you realize, she has always been there
Her bright eyes have never really said goodbye.
You look up and you know, as they cast a bright glow
That her eyes of light will always be there
To show you the way, to tell you that the day
And all happy memories will last forever.

POETRY: YOUR EYES

Your eyes,
Deep and mysterious.
Your lips,
So soft I could kiss them forever.
Your face,
Wonderful and expressive.
Your soul,
The most beautiful I've ever come
upon.
Your heart,
The biggest and most caring in the
world.
For so many reasons I can't even begin to descibe,
I love you and only you.

PART II
Beautiful eyes of sparkling blue
Like the sea on a breezy afternoon
Your voice is peaceful
And calm like the setting sun
Lips as gorgeous as the red, red rose
So pretty and so fair
Your skin so soft and milky white,
Like the clouds in the sky
Wonderful is the way that you love me...
I am in great debt to you
Sweet is the way I describe you,
While no other word could ever do
So talented in many ways,
So precious in every form...
I'm so glad that you're mine so I'll ask one more time,
Will you marry me?
PART III
Lady, you fascinate me with all your illustrious beauty.
I recognize all your splendor when I first noticed your
smile that entered into my heart.
Such good times when I'm near you;
you captured my adoring eyes anxious to
experience your love.
I blow you kisses anticipating the taste of your lips.
Ahh, how I admire you and your feminine grace and the
warmth I noticed in your cheeks, blushing with romance
and love's fire.
You release my heart from pain and
let me love you... my lady.
I dream of you night and day, vivid pictures of you in
my mind that filters into my spirit.
I'm enchanted by the loveliness of your face
and you fascinate my soul.
I long to be held in your arms.
Keep silent, my love, and let me just look at you and
swoon in your moon-glow eyes.
You are the deliverance of my life;
all the expressions of your lips
lift me to glorious skies.
Give me for the rest of my life your sweetness so ravish-
ing as melodies of cooing doves,
and I love to be loved by you
as My Valentine forever and more...

PART IV
Let my words bring enchantment to your heart
And bring forth magic from the dark
Words I place adrift in the wind
Do with moonbeams blend
Upon your heart descend
Incense and candles burn within
The words I cast upon the breeze
Let love?s potency begin
Its luring flight
Upon the edge of night
Your heart you cannot defend
Against my magic blend
Of shadows and moonbeams bent
Of love?s peppermint scent
From within your sleep
Into my arms you leap
Within your dream you speak my name
If only your racing heart to tame
And to quench our kisses flame
Hot the night becomes
For one that enchantment overcomes
But the spell will soon be broken
Once you have from sleep awoken
You notice on the sun?s first rays
The scent of peppermint stays
And remember

POETRY: WHEN I LOOK INTO YOUR EYES

Come my Love, let's wander this Garden of Love.
Be in amazement of its beauty, space and the heavens above.
Stand near the fountain, listen to the soft music it provides,
take in the aroma and beauty, that in all of nature abides.
Listen to the sounds of the bees as they buzz merrily at work,
hear the crickets and the songs of the birds as they chirp.
Feel the soft air, the warmth on your face,
let your spirit soar in this restful place.
Relax, and let your mind be at ease,
for this garden is here to appease.
And when your soul and spirit have quieted and calmed,
rest assured there is nothing that will raise an alarm.
For here in My Garden of Love, not only nature is at rest,
but your heart and soul find comfort in my arms' carress.
Your mind can soar and find heights unknown to man,
and all you need do, is to place your love in my hand.
For as I care for My Garden, your love I also nourish,
so that we both can mature and blossom and flourish.
Entwined in love's pleasure, erotic passion and heat,
where your desires await like a welcomed retreat.
Lost in this Garden, unaware of time and place,
we find refuge, in love and devotion and our souls peace.
Come with me my love, view My Garden, smell the aroma of love
it will fill your senses, your spirit will lift
to heavens above.
You will not forget this place, or the peace
you cherish so dear,
for I will continue by your side as long as you wish me near.
Let us lay in the grass, wade the brooks,
taste of the fruit so ripe,
Let's play and wander thru My Garden for days and nights.
You will not want to leave, but to tend this Garden with care,
a liftime you will stay, you will not care.
Come, My Garden awaits, all you need do is open
your heart's gate.


PART II

When I look into your eyes,
I can see beyond the beauty of the stars in the skies.
When I look into your eyes,
It makes me stop and realize
That without you in my life
I would have so much pain and strife.
Without you in my life,
It would be as if my heart were cut with a knife.
Without you in my life, my love, I would not be whole.
Before you and I found each other, I always played the fool.
It seemed as if I were like a sheep, over my eyes I had wool.
It seemed as if I were in a pit-less hole.
But now that you and I have found each other,
We are what makes each other whole.
In my life, to love you is my goal.
The wool over my eyes, away you have taken.
Your heart is something I will not ever be breaking.
From the pit-less hole, it is I you have risen,
Because when I look into your eyes
My heart seems to stop, and seems to be frozen.
You open my eyes and make me see so much more clearly..
It is you, my love, that I love, oh, so dearly.
When I look into your eyes,
It takes away all my pain and fears.
When I look into your eyes,
It takes away all my sadness and tears,
With all my wasted years.
For you I will take any leap,
Because when I look into your eyes,
You make me so happy, I begin to weep.
You and I hold the key to our heart,
And it is ours forever and always to keep.
From a sleep
That was oh, so deep,
It is I, my love, you have woken.
Our love in our heart has spoken.
This curse, my love, you and I have broken.


PART III

Soft golden light
moments before dawn
magical... shimmering
I watch you sleep.

Light plays on your face
dancing into shadows
gently coaxing you to wake
butterfly lashes, flutter
beautiful blue, comes to focus.

Smiling lips, reaching arms
searching hands
warm love; laced hugs
sighs and snuggles.
A kiss...

Quiet whispered, "I love you"
slow burning passion
a time to enjoy love
peaceful... warm...
dawns shadows...
and loves blinding light!

POETRY: WATCHING YOU SLEEP

As I sit here watching you sleep
watching you breath freely, smoothly
watching your chest rise and fall from your careless breathing
all your worrys are faded away
all dreams are coming true in the land of the everlasting
as I sit here watching you sleep
I know you are safe
I know there is nothing to worry
I know you are my love

PART II
My Love, your enchanting beauty and tender spirit, entrance me.
The sunlight exposes all that is beautiful in the World,
Though vivid and tender images of you are all I can see.
When I look into your lustrous face, my darling,
I see the face of a radiant angel.
You?re reminiscent of all that is bright and lovely in the world.
I need not see the other splendors of the world surrounding me.
The beauty of your luminous face is like a brilliant sunrise,
It is forever burned into my eyes,
Into my mind and has warmed my heart.
You have shown me a beauty like no other I have ever seen.
A kind of beauty one could find only in a dream or perhaps in heaven.
You're my dream come true and my Heaven on Earth.
Thoughts of you invade the sunlight of my day.


PART III
We spend our whole life
from beginning to end
searching for what we
know not...
Something we know we lack
yet can't quite grasp, just beyond reach,
tantalizing us with whispers
of joy realized...
In our life of struggle
we find detours to what
we think might lead us
to this perfect place...
Stopping only to realize
it was but a shadow
of what we seek.
The search continues...
Some stop the search
and never continue,
as fear of being alone has forced
the burden of loving...
Seeing with eyes, but not looking
deep within the heart
For to look deep is to know...
The heart holds
but a drop of emotion
in what should be
an endless sea of love...
At some point we grasp
the fundamentals of this perfect life
yet to be realized and know we need
what we lack in ourselves...
We need our kindred spirit
the one we lost before the search began,
and only now do we have a clue
as to what we need...
It was only now that we are evolved
and understand enough to find out
what makes us able to have the key
to unlock what was always ours...
But beyond reach, once we found
our own perfect key in another,
and became as one to unlock the door
of fear and resignation...
Move beyond into hope
and endless possibilities
for those that dare to follow their hearts
Nirvana awaits...

PART IV
Is it the way the morning dew
kisses velvety rose petals?
Is it the way the wind
wispers to the leaves of a tree?
Is it the way the moonlight
gently caresses the water?
Is it quite simply
the way you look at me?

JOURNAL...SOMETIMES I WANT TO BE

What I want from the big city is to be a stranger. I want to walk outside every morning and be anonymous. I don’t want people to know me. Anywhere. It’s not because I don’t like them. It’s because I do like them. I’m too sensitive, too empathetic to be smiled at by people passing by in their cars. I get emotionally attached to people that give a polite nod or say hello when I’m waiting to cross the street with them; I concoct their life stories in my mind and internalize them

It’s this separation from others’ souls that makes the everyday bearable by leaving me unburdened, free of the emotional baggage, real or imaginary (most often both), of others that I choose to carry. This is why I long for the big city. I want to look at strangers all day long, and I want them to remain strangers until I choose otherwise. I don’t want to know who they are. Not because I don’t care about them, but because I do. Because when they tell me their name and where they’re from, I’ll want to know more, know everything. But that won’t happen; all that will remain of them in my head is an abbreviated biography and a blurry thumbnail photo, half-reality, half-constructed by my mind’s eye. And this is disappointing.

POETRY: THE SOFT FLOWING BEAUTY

Your hair spilling over your back
looks like a forbidden waterfall,
so exquisite yet so powerful.

The soft flowing beauty
can shape hearts with its desire
and over many years
can smooth the rough surface of the rocks.

Silken is its touch
with a lash of fire at its tips.
Taking on the night with its radiance

The power held by your heart
can divert the sun to its wishes.
Your heart feeds my life,
and my life is for you.

At the bottom of the waterfall
is the misty whiteness of your pale skin.
The violet cascade from the power of your hair
causes your skin to shimmer and ripple,
drying only with the touch of my hand.

And the water flowing
from the freedom of your beauty
is the love i have
for you.


2
I can feel your wide-eyed wonder piercing right through me
I sense you?re asking yourself all the usual questions
But you?re really not ready or even willing to answer

In a world that has such little respect for dignity and trust
I already know that deep down inside you?ve come to a place
where you do what you must
You?ve come to believe in some men
It?s the actions of others you don?t trust

Yes, and even to survive in a world
were you often find yourself hiding from love
all you ever really asked for was to feel a little trust
Fancy words and pretty speeches are not worthy of your heart

And although many have tried, and only a few have even come close
in a true measure of things, I know that I?m closer than most
These are just a few things I ponder when I look into your eyes

3
What is it I see in you?
Is it you or just an image.
Take a picture of your soul and send it to me
and it would be... Sheer poetry.

I see depth in you
and mirrors in your eyes reflect poetry.
And your words form
that speak to my heart.

I can't seem to get you out of my head.
You speak to me with sheer poetry
And you make me feel like no one ever has.
You have me whether I know why or not.

Your Love is... Sheer Poetry.


4
And I kissed you in the
darkness of a daydream
Among the thick mists of
a foggy night's greeting
Not once, not twice, but
repeatedly
I kissed you in passion of
a meeting
A destiny across a
thousand dreams
Across eternity and back

And I kissed you in
the cold night air
Repeatedly
Our dreams consumed in
the grip of destiny
Lovers engulfed in
mindless pursuit of love

I kissed you for hours
in the coldness of night
Uncaring, needing and
loving you
A love beyond imagination
Of countless choruses of
angels
In a black misty night
Uncaring

And I kissed you as
never before
Meeting again this way
I kissed you with a
passion that grew
from a myriad memories
Of endless dreams of loving
Endlessly


5
Just as the moon shines in the night,
Exquisite your eyes gleam so bright;
Sunlight pours from your heart and warms your soul,
Soft to the touch, yet precious as gold;
In these words I explain my insight of you,
A feeling so right and a heart so true;
Clear as crystal, night melts to the sea;
All that's left is you standing with me...

6
My heart soars for you,
like a plane gliding
above the milky white clouds.

My mind races with thoughts of you and I,
like a horse running
with the speed of the winds.

My heart pounds when we touch,
like the sound of thunder
in the far distance.

My body trembles when you touch me,
like that of a small child
awed by what they see.

My soul opens up to you,
like a rose bud as its beauty unfolds
and bares its soft petals to the world.

My eyes sparkle when I gaze upon you,
like morning sunlight grazing upon a spider web
covered with droplets of dew.

My nose tingles when I breathe the scent of you,
like the fresh smell after a rainshower
in the forest.


7
Sometimes I condemn this pretentious world
That surrounds me...
Occupied with restrictions
Created by guardians
In efforts to guide their descendants
To a superior path,
But often this path proves to be ineffectual
Void of common sense and reason
Rather, exclusively devout to religion
Similar to the theology of the early Renaissance
Something which I minutely understand
And yet don't care to understand.
I choose to break loose of these absurdities
And voice my opinion
For my eternal love.


8
I hope this brings a smile to your face,
With the warm remembrance of my embrace.

I lie awake thinking of your touch,
I hope I am missed as much.

Soon I will hold your body close to mine,
And see what kind of ecstasy we can find.

POETRY: OUR SOULS ARE CONNECTED

Your Essence surrounds me.
It flows through the wires.
Loving words greet me
And fuel my desires.

The sound of your voice,
The love in your words
Makes my heart rejoice
With love songs unheard.

Your Essence is with me
Day in and day out.
Our souls are connected
Of that there is no doubt

Who led us to meet?
What fate was the guide?
If it was a higher power,
My faith will abide.

Your Essence is welcomed
Into my life.
You've given me reason
To forget the strife

Of every day living
Of problems unsolved.
Now I live for giving
You all of my love.

POETRY: TOUCHING

If I offer you this precious heart

Would you be willing to pay its price?

If I decide to give you my soul

Would you accept it with pride?

If I lay down my life before you
Would you keep it or let it slip...
If I tell you how I feel
Would you vow to make a change?

If I ask you to walk a mile...
Would you be bold to take a step?
If I beg you to lie for me
Would you pass this litmus test of love?


PART II

Her laughter quiets angel-song,
Her flashing eyes of sky,
Unto herself does she belong,
But to own her, men still try.

To know her is to know true despair,
With little hope of finding,
The way to her heart?s lost lair,
Or the key to its secret binding.

But search I must, however unwise,
For to cease would guarantee,
The loss of heaven?s greatest prize,
And the forfeiture of its destiny.

PART III


Love is a frivolous game
Of sweet kisses and
dangerous delights
Of heightened senses
and blissful thoughts

Love is such a play
Of tenderness and
passion
In the lives
of so many-
An elusive quest

Love is a tragedy, too
Of disregard for-
commonsense
Of reckless abandon
And lost reality

But love, in all
Is the game of life
Of fully living
The theme of
intimacy
Touching the fibers
of existence
Of pain and-
pleasure
For life
without love's
assurance is-
death

JOURNAL: I WANT TO BE A DAD

I want a baby...I want to be a Dad.
Part of me is so scared of being totally responsible for another human being. What if the child turns out be a crack head or serial killer! What if I am not a good parent, what if I can’t afford everything the child needs, what if I work too much?  how can I manage that with a new born? Can I really afford a child……what about daycare, isn’t that expensive?

Then I think, a baby would bring so much joy in your life. It would make a house a home. I could really leave my finger print on the life of child. My life would become much broader and my heart will experience a love like no other. These thoughts make me excited.

But then the negative thoughts come up. You are too busy for a baby, you barely have time to sleep now, you don’t make enough money for a baby.

I want to be a father....i do.

STORY ABOUT KINDNESS

A wise woman who was traveling in the mountains found a precious stone in a stream. The next day she met another traveler who was hungry, and the wise woman opened her bag to share her food. The hungry traveler saw the precious stone and asked the woman to give it to him. She did so without hesitation. The traveler left, rejoicing in his good fortune. He knew the stone was worth enough to give him security for a lifetime. But a few days later he came back to return the stone to the wise woman. "I've been thinking," he said, "I know how valuable the stone is, but I give it back in the hope that you can give me something even more precious. Give me what you have within you that enabled you to give me the stone." - Author Unknown

POETRY: WITH A LOOK SHE CAPTURES ME

As I am lying here
in the quiet of the night,
I cannot help think of everything
that makes up my life.
And you just happen to be
one of the most precious things.

It has been so long since I have seen you,
since I have heard you talk,
since I have felt your hands on me.

I keep asking myself:
"Why do I still like you so much
after all this time?"
I mean, we are a world apart...

But out here in the quiet of the night,
everything is coming back to me.
Like it was yesterday and
not months and months ago

I can see you so clearly in my mind.
Your 'always so perfect' hair...
your dark brown eyes...
your soft, full lips...
that I wanted so badly to kiss.

You seem so real in my mind
yet, you are so far...
like a distant star
I am wishing on tonight.

It has been so long since I have seen you
Yet my feelings for you are so strong.
Even time could not change them (yet).
Even now, just thinking about you
I get that same old feeling.
That feeling I have had,
so much trouble getting used to
an urge to hug you and kiss you passionately.

Yet I cannot.
We are so far apart...
Distance makes people forget each other;
Will you forget me?
I know you will always be in my heart.
And I know that for a fact,
because I just realized
I love you.

There is only one question
I want so badly to know the answer to.
And that question is:
"Do you love me, too?"


PART II

I once had a dream of a beautiful girl
She was wearing a beautiful white dress
A dress unlike any other
It had small tiny diamonds all over it
Only for the prettiest queen it will be fit
I remember looking at her placing my hand on my heart
An image of absolute beauty was what she was
She looked at me and laughed while pointing to my heart
I realized then and there that her standards were just too high
But I was wrong- what she really meant was that I was too shy
Unable to approach her in my dream or in real life

When I woke up from that dream I realized who she was
She was the girl who I really wanted all through my life
Although out of fear of rejection I never approached her
She laughed at me in my dream to show me that she also cared
Waiting for me, wanting me to be part of her life forever

PART III

With a look she captures me,
Eyes intense and fiery,
And then a sudden awakening,
Of what my world was blind to see

How could a beauty so refined,
Be kept at bay for such a time,
Charm and grace artfully combined
Oh, what pleasure to make her mine

But no, her heart longs to be free
And dance around society
No chains or weight just melody
An angel of chance and uncertainty

This heart that's free will travel far
And hitch her wagon to a star
Proving divinely avatar
Rips through the scene but leaves no scar

To view art by beauty such as this
The yearning soul it must confess
The heart that's free it fights to posess
And lock it away in secure darkness

But why capture this heart so young in age?
Before it's chance to walk the stage
Draw in, relish the audience praise
And make the suitors wait for days

I wish your heart to be free 'till it tires so
And settles in the arms of a lucky fellow
I wish you strength and for your wings to grow
Explore everywhere you wish to go

LOVE: WHEN A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WANTS YOU

When a beautiful woman wants you...it like you matter. When you have been rejected as a child...you begin to believe your life doesn't matter. Life is about love and marriage and kids. Oprah talk about validation and she was right. A woman's pussy is like nothing else. When you are inside it.....it like being home.

STORY:SATURDAY WOULD PASS INTO SUNDAY

The perfect day….hummmm….it would have to be either spring or fall when the nights are cool and the days warm….I think it would begin when I was aroused from a sound sleep and glancing down I find My morning erection is being tended to by a set of tender hands and a warm mouth….I would allow her to feed until she was rewarded with My creamy gift….after that it would be a shower and I would be off to the golf course relaxed and ready….on the drive back home it would begin to rain…one of those warm rains with the thunder way off in the distance…I would find My pet waiting on the deck by the pool in nothing but a light sheer robe and with a drink in her hand…now, there in the rain it would be My turn to dine…and it would be her flesh I feasted upon as we were bathed in the rain…she would scream with delight as My mouth took her and when she begged for release I would allow it again and again…a quick nap and she and I would be off…dining, maybe dancing at a club where I would show her off to all there…it would be clear to all who she belonged to and her attention and devotion would be displayed in her submission….on the drive back home the play would begin there in the car….it would build the desire and the yearning so that when Wwe arrived back home there would be no doubt what was going to happen…the play would be long and intense…there would be silk ropes, candles, blades, a crop, and flogger…then when both were exhausted she would be released from her bindings and sleep would overtake us…Saturday would pass into Sunday and in the morning there would be the start of another perfect day.

POETRY: I KNOW SURRENDER ALL RESISTANCE...ENVELOPS MY LOVE

It is a presence which no one sees
A silent breeze that flows through you
Where it comes from, you do not know
Where it is going, you will never know
Who will it flow through?
When will it stop?
Wait, when did it start?

You do not know their answers
And no one around you does, either
When you feel something flow through you
Do not ask these questions
Just stop and savor the moment
Of a silent breeze flowing through you

It may go away...
But will always manage to blow back your way


PART 2

As I survey the sunbeams that dance across the sea,
I close my eyes and see you walking next to me.
As I watch the white sweeping tide,
the churning emotion in my soul, I can no longer hide.
Because if you were with me on that moistened beach,
it is for your tender hand I would softly reach.
And as we would walk amidst the ocean's roar,
my heart would confess it is you I adore.
But unlike the water's edge which does ebb and flow,
my dream and hope would be for our love to always grow.


PART 3

The wild flame of your lovely eyes
has not still extinguished, my love, has not still extinguished!
In nights without stars, they glisten as two Venus'
in the immensity of the night, lighting my destiny

Although with the implacable passing of time,
the brightness of the fire of your lovely eyes,
it was tinged of sadness and the wild thing became fondness,
they still smile with sweetness, every time they meet with mine

My love, the wild fire of your pretty eyes,
they still warm my heartbroken being in the cold mornings
when the morning nostalgia rides hopelessly
looking for restless souls as mine.

My love, the wild fire of your beautiful eyes
a long time ago they found for chance
the hidden fire of my sad sad eyes
and they melted in love fire for an eternity.

The wild fire of your lovely eyes
has not still extinguished, my love, has not still extinguished!


PART 4

Your bright smile
A million pixels wide
Caught up
In your synaptic trap
I acquiesce
Mindful machinations, yes
Worn thin by your duplicity
Your fiery fingers
Trace hidden skid marks
On my naked soul
Incinerating my world.
With an impish grin
Your hidden agenda
Two fold, perhaps
Head long in pursuit
My defenses ebbed
To an all time low
I now surrender all resistence
Sadness, paramount
Envelops my soul

PART 5

Lying next to beauty with the moonlight on her skin
I was lost inside a lover as the walls were caving in
The moment that we started was the night I felt your kiss
We held on tight together, falling drunken through the mist

You swore our love was ancient, like the scrolls enduring time
Then ripped out all the pages where we suffer for these crimes
Your treasures laid before me, though we struggled for relief
I cherished every moment, of those nights I was your thief

It was nearly late September by the time my tongue confessed
I'd been haunted by a spirit that you never could possess
For what became thereafter, left my heart a raided tomb
And the emptiest of chambers in these walls still long for you


PART 6

I feel the cold winter wind upon my skin but still,
something warms me to my very soul.
I feel I am floating on a cloud amongst all the stars;
this cloud is made of silk, and stretches to blanket eternity.
Something magical must be holding me in this splendor.
I feel mesmerized by eyes that reach deep into my soul.
I cannot look away, for as I hold this vision
my soul flies to a place only felt by angels.
I feel I am drowning in an ocean with waves
crashing all around me. I do not panic
for the ocean becomes a place of peace,
a place of serenity. I know I must be dreaming,
all of these sensations I feel are impossible.
But then again, I have never known a love
as soft and warm as I feel when I am with you.

PART 7

When we make love, the world stops turning.
When we make love, I can feel your desire burning.
Our two bodies become one.
When we make love, we forget about the moon and we forget about the sun.

Our two bodies entangle like two vines.
Love is all we have on our minds.
Your heart beats fast as the pace goes from slow to fast.
We forget about our future and we forget about our past.

I can see the love in your eyes and I can feel the love in your heart.
Nothing can come between us. No one can keep us apart.
Our desire for each other is like a fire out of control.
I want your entire bsdy; I want your heart and your soul.

When we make love, the stars shine bright.
When we make love, we forget if its day or night.
I do not want this love to ever end.
You're my lover, my soul mate and my friend.

No other love could ever take your place.
When we make love I can feel the love and see the love in your face.
This love is real. This love is true.
And every night we make love, I thank God for you