under promise and over deliver. wish I liked hockey;-(
Good luck

Ever do it in the rain?
A soft rain?
A rain that magnifies the scent
Of green grasses,
Brings to life the perfume of the
Fertile bed we love on
Ever do it in the rain?
Not a hard rain that is
Distracting, but a gentle rain
That kisses where you want to be
Kissed, while kissing?
The kind of rain that clings to the body
And invites shiny leaves and soil to
Cover your modesty?
Under watchful clouds and
The spying Sun,
Ever do it in the rain?

I have a problem with the word Mature. I don't feel very.

I've seen him around a few times

Strutting on the beach

In competition with the others

But for me, he stands out

Standing tall and slim with

Board shorts hanging on golden hips

Sunshine waterfall down caramel waves

Of smooth tender skin,

Almost boyish or feminine

Can he feel my gaze? or is the burning

Of his flesh due to the rays of the sun?

I don't mind studying him behind my

Tortoise shell shades

A lovely jawline with fine amber facial hair

Neatly trimmed to accent his fine lines

I think he must know I am admiring

Every muscle he moves, defining a fantasy

Sculpted fantasy walking sandy beach

He steps into the surf

Gold turns to white in blazing sunlight

Black and white he turns again

Living breathing silhouette against rushing water

Blood rushing in me

I study his body tirelessly

I am a stone along the shoreline

Invisible before his splendor

For Pony

I meet someone
By chance and give a listen
And what I hear is something
I heard in the past
Out of a different mouth a
Different mind

I meet people
That
Remind me of the good parts
The parts taken for granted
Like the Spanish Style architecture
Of Southern California

It takes years of travelling
To remember the good parts
The bits and pieces of history
The architecture of a person's
Personality
I find and read postcards in
People I meet

I'm old fashioned and I like to see the eyes. I cannot make an assessment until I do.

good luck with your search

teacher

men are just thirsty. why is there a 2 for 1 happy hour, keg-stands, beer-pong etc?

poor men, with the likes of Maxim and their hot 100, they can only dream:-(

It is the 4th if July
Happy Independence Day!
I sit here
Before my outing to the lake
Shopping

There was a time when
I was bored or
Lonely
I would find my favorite site and
Shop for shoes

Being alone,
I don't have a friend here
Elbowing me
Telling me to "Get real!"
And now I shop for men

It is very similar
There are the ones I find
So attractive but
They are heavy smokers
Ha! As if I will ever meet them!

I shop for a look
I shop for a quality
I almost place an order
Then I change my mind and
Look for someone more sensible

I shop for men
When I am lonely
Just like the shoes
When I feel empty
Which ones will make me feel sexy?

I want that one and
That one and
That one! I say
I see myself going places with
That one!

Men and shoes
Shoes and men
I save my favorites
Revisit them.
If I am bold, maybe place an order

What am I thinking?

All of these acronyms

I played it so safe

I still managed to get hurt


What am I thinking?

I look closer and closer

Not even for a partner

Not even for anything more


I played it so safe

I thought I should pick

For their legitimacy

I still got burned


LTR, FWB, or NSA

Would the outcome be

The same?

Choosing a man with an Acronym?


I am circling closer

See what I can see

Maybe allow him

to see me


What am I thinking

Is thought here

Thought by a few of you

I am willing to bet


A bet and a gamble

A bluff and a tell

What I am thinking is the same

As you

On occasion, I remember things from my past. It is not that I live in the past. I actually would like to run from parts of my past, including the person I am still legally bound to...


I have had unusual things happen to me. I say happen, because in many cases, I am not a participant in the social activities. I come and go as I please, and often do things alone, or rather, I do things as a single parent.


It was on a day like this that I decided to go to the beach. I rarely go, but my daughter was very young and enjoyed the water and sand. I was in pretty good shape then. I remember my bikini because I picked it out to wear for my boyfriend. He did not like the colors red, black or patterns. the suit must be of a solid color. It was not easy, but I finally found a navy bikini at Target.


It was a beautiful day. Very warm, which it must be in order for me to remove my t-shirt and shorts. I lay on my stomach and watched my daughter play in the sand. I was lost in a daydream when a younger man sat down next to me. Tall and thin with blond hair boldly sitting next to me.


I am very particular about who I invite into my personal space. This blond just invaded my private bubble.


I might have thought he was attractive or charming, if I was not already seeing somebody. I might have enjoyed the attention if I had not spoiled it for myself with some blind loyalty.


He asked me if I would rub some oil on his shoulders. I thought to myself, what a strange request. I have never had a complete stranger request such a thing. Being that odd things do happen to me, and being that not a lot shocks me, I did as he requested. As if I was not myself, I rubbed his tan shoulders and back. I remember him telling me it felt good...


I don't remember much after that. I did leave shortly after and I did avoid that beach the rest of the summer. I had scolded myself for being a coward.


When I go to the beach these days, I wonder if I will have such an opportunity again. To rub coconut scented oil onto tanned shoulders and back.

that is a heck of a user name. I didn't read further. I wanted to leave something for my imagination.

I will watch for it

yours is probably of a romantic nature.

If I did things differently
I would be a different person
But so different really?
Less ****ed up
Probably or
Maybe not

Were there worse choices
I could have made?
I don't spend much time thinking
on regrets
Time is better spent sleeping
Watching and listening

Like the combination to a lock
The password to an account
My account for life
Could have as many variations
Of combinations
And passwords

By just turning left instead of right
A few times, turning
Would I end up here
Or a better place?
Or a worse place?
It only matters if,
Or
It might not matter at all

All these decisions taken for
Mistakes
All of the turns taken in error
Have I not arrived where I am
Supposed to be?
In your life

If there is a Fate
I cannot change it
We were meant to meet
Intersect
For however briefly

If I miss it more
Then
I will want it more
Making me more or less
Lonely

I try not to think about
It
I try to forget about
It
But It
Always enters my mind

It is easier to try to
Forget
Than to replicate
What cannot be
Duplicated in all of its
Flaws

Being the star of the
Masquerade
Love's mistaken identity
Cannot be identified in a
Line up

What fraud is Love
Under false pretenses
Makes me pretend I don't need
It
Makes me wish I didn't need
It

A lie

I was at the used furniture store
I had my eye on a desk
Smooth veneer
Waterfall edges

I pulled the drawers out
And I pushed them back in
I thought to myself
"I will pour my thoughts out on this"

"Where to sit?"
I thought to myself
A nice old chair with
Creaky joints

"talk to me desk and chair"
And I will talk to you
We will write confessions and
Tell stories together.

How can one be lonely
While writing my history
On pieces of history?
My hands will have touched what
Another will touch after me

Deep is ok but I find people tell me a lot more than I need to know. When I cashier, I feel more like a bartender. People are lonely, me included. That is why I don't mind lending an ear.

I think you nailed it