His Roar


I love it all

The quickening intensity

The drop in the pitch of his voice

The flexing of muscles

The dilation of black swallowing blue

The tautness that begins in his cheeks and spreads to his mouth

But most of all

At the culmination

I love his roar

The final, primal pronouncement

That he is man

And I am woman.

It is the sound of power and claiming

And intimacy and lust

And joining flesh and hearts.

It is his roar

And when it fills my ears

I soar.




woman by water

She loved him then, she loves him still

Inside, she knows she always will.

The way he smiled, his work-worn hand,

The things he seemed to understand.

His face when in the midst of bliss,

And oh, his long, breath-stealing kiss.

He opened up a world for her;

He made her laugh, he made her purr.

He made her want to be her best,

His words could put her soul at rest.

She longed to give him everything,

He gave her a new cause to sing.

She doesn’t know what life will hold,

And so she cannot be too bold.

No, her heart is not sure of much,

But she’d give it for one more touch.

Nightly Thoughts

Now I lay me down to sleep

I know into my dreams you’ll creep

But tonight I’d like to say

I know for sure you’ll be okay

You’re smart and strong and good and kind

You got one heck of a great mind

Whatever challenges you meet

I know you’ll land upon your feet

I’m sure you’re heart is churning now

And you are asking “why” and “how”

But know that I believe in you

I know what great things you can do

So even when you’re plagued with fear

I hope you know that I am here.

Every Day


Every moment spent with him,
Although he’s far away,
Adds a burst of color
And excitement to the day.
He can multiply my smiles
And make me feel cared for,
Giving me some laughter
As my heart feels so adored.
Whether we are sharing thoughts
Or treasured memories,
All my days are brightened
By the words he speaks to me.
And when I lie down at night
Under the moonlight’s beams,
I know he’ll make me smile again
By visiting my dreams.


Double, bubble, toil and trouble,

How I miss your razor stubble.

Eyes of blue and hands of tan,

Six feet six of manly man.

All the power of my emotion

Great than the best love potion,

In the deep of memory’s mist,

I can conjure up your kiss.

Stir the cauldron of delights,

While recalling passion nights.

Words we said and things we’d do

Boiling in this lovers’ brew.

And if my the moon’s round light,

I could wish with all my might,

When my conjuring was through,

I’d have put a spell on you.