HIS TOUCH

He touches my chest, My heart spurns for him, I yearn for his kiss, Longing to feel his five o’clock shadow on my cheeks, I passionately pull him in, Intertwined we kiss, Rolling in bed like young adult lovers, He rests his head on my hairy chest, Running his fingers through the thick fur. He…

Reminiscing

The joy of discovering life beyond screens has filled me with nostalgia for the 80’s & 90’s. One of the last generations to grow up without ready access to computers, cell phones, and internet we got to see life: live, up-close, & personal. We talked to friends and our texting consisted of passing hand written…