I am waiting for you in my bed. My eyes look directly at you. My arms lift beckoning Come to me Lift my dress off of me Kiss me Suck my breath into you Dance with my tongue Push me down against the pillows Run your hands down my body Own it Possess it Possess…

Trouble… Trouble I am his kind of trouble… Tempting? Oh yeah… With a tilt of my head and slow sultry smile He was definitely gone and totally mine But the minute he touched me the tables were turned He became MY kind of trouble What I secretly yearned… With slow, sultry kisses and mesmerizing motions…

I thought I never would have such sweetness again even just once more but I did Ever gentle soft but strong with the first touch I was lost I opened my eyes to see if he was real and he was and was warm and solid and he took me surrounded me brought me in…

What do I say about you.. how you found my secret pool of desire and deeply dipped into it’s depths to fervently stir up what has laid calm in me way too long You have found me out and I am… breathless… Your eyes hold me captive… I find myself becoming yours willing… Take me……

I didn’t know I was different till I was thirty three when I was hired to work in a well known store back in the early 90’s because my skin was lighter than everyones… I was the token Token… What is that word… A thing of affection? or a word of shame? well I felt…

When one is inspired beauty is born and because of you I am giving birth Such thoughts are forming in my mind Words flowing through my fingers like magic Beauty is within me Planted by your desire for me There is nothing I can not articulate can not formulate can not create I am empowered…

You who look at me with such contempt You who does not know my soul How my heart beats! I am more than my size my weight my sex my orientation my colour my race my creed my religion… I am the force that creates life I am the wind that pushes the clouds and…

In the nick of time the key to me was found and I found joy again I thought it was lost forever covered by sadness illness and pain covering me with premature endings but I guess I was wrong blissfully… blatantly…… blessedly… wrong… In the nick of time I found the key In the nick…

I will not live my last hours in fear but full of love… I will hold close what and who is dear to me… Appreciate all that has been given to me in this life… These are not the end days but the beginning of new ones… I am not sad or fearful… I am…

The memory I have of the 4 of us is this…. Years ago on a weekend night after dinner in your living room a bit tipsy a little high “Rumours” on the stereo Your 2 sweet daughters in the other room playing and getting ready for bed Suddenly bursting into the run blonde curls flyings…