Author: Blondie's Staff

He kissed me….He made love to me….He talked to me….He showed me….He listened to me….He told me…He liked me….He was patient with me….He loved me…..He waited for me….He taught me……everything I needed to know and learn about those four letters.In this life and in that order…The right way to loveAnd how to love in return.I am gratefulI am indebtedAnd I am ecstatic.He IS the truth.He is MY truth.Because not only does he speak the words that I need to hearAt the moments that I need to hear them…But he personifies the love that he givesAnd he is animated in the way that he shows it.I thought I was determined to have him,But I am more determined than ever to keep himBecause I let him kiss meI let him make love…

I am lost in this placeFilled with iPods and iPadsWhere am I?I am lost in this placeFilled with touch screen phonesApps for downloadSometimes freeSometimes a small “fee”Where am I?All I hear is:Go Green! Go Green!But as soon as you Go GreenThe annoying commercial comes on,Now I must live above its influenceJust to live below yoursI scream!Where am I?When did it all become so hectic?Whose idea was it to push so hard?Now I’m backed against the wallFighting everythingEverything that everyone else is embracingUntil I give inCause it’s easierAnd then I ask,When did I become so lost?Who am I?-Kaydee

I’m afraid…..I’m starting to hear the stutter of a heart that’s not really sure anymore…..The scary part?It’s not my heart I hear…It’s yours…What happened?Where did you go?One minute we’re in our impenetrable bubble of love and want and desire and the next….Nothing…No warnings, no hints, no cluesBut what I do see is doubt in your eyesI hear it in your voiceI sense it in my unanswered phone callsMy unresponded textsAnd the nights when your voice isn’t the last thing I hear…anymoreCome back to me…I don’t understand this sudden waver in consistencyAll I need is a sign that this is worth fighting for and I will fight with everything I haveShow me that you feel the way I do and I’ll do the restI’m strong enough to carry us both but…

It’s a random Sunday morning and we’re wrapped around each otherA tangle of limbs in a California King size bedAll the room in the world…… All the space we need…….But the distance is not a luxury that we want to take advantage of right nowI can hear his heart beating And I notice that mine is beating in tune with hisThis causes me to smile…My eyes are closedHands are caressing skinSkin is caressing skinAnd we can just………beAfter a moment we may talkAbout everything and nothing at the same timeIt’s sensual and real and passionateLike were making love with our words…….The best kind of foreplayMost of the time we just listen to each other breatheAnd are comforted in the simple pleasure of sharing something so pure, so trivialOn this random day,…