Hw’bout on a rainy cold day…

After weeks of typing and deleting whatever, It was either what I was blogging was too true to put out there or I was emotional… and we all know how wrong it is to do or say anything when emotionally unstable; or I just couldn’t write.

Then I thought, I didn’t have to be a really great writer like my friend Ivan who can look at a snail hanging on the edge of a dirty slimy wall and come up with something funny and so well put as though the snail was the savior of the world-a slimy history maker.

Still with all that conversation I kept having with myself about what to write and how and can and can not…I couldn’t come up with even half a page.

Then again speaking to myself, told me to just write and write and write notes, scribbles, pages, chapters…a book….I just had to write something that can be read and felt by someone out there.

I knew what I wanted to share with the world but I just didn’t understand how to make it interesting in writing so I ended up with these little scribbles and notes with inspirational messages that I believed someone out there may need at whatever point they were at in their life.

So one cold and rainy afternoon after doing some shopping for my Kitchen, with my musically really creative friend Levy, I dropped him off at his studio, promised I would drop off the items shopped at the kitchen and drive back and watch him and his talent do their thing (a promise I never kept)….

…seeing right now I am at my table at the kitchen try’na do-what for weeks I just ….

…here we go….

with ❤,


Taking the Ancient Persian

As I headed out of the shower, I caught those eyes of his shooting daggers at me again. I longed to see them glazed over with passion. With a little nerve twitch I reached for my scarf and pulled it loose placing it around my neck. His hand caressed my face and brushed aside my loose strands of hair. I turned my face into his arm and lifted my mouth to kiss his palm.
I looked up to his face and kissed his cheek, teased his ear lobe with my tongue and reached out as if to bite him with the tip of my teeth, I could feel his hot breath brush against my neck.

He pinned me to the wall, holding both my wrists in one of his hands above my head. With one quick jerk and my robe dropped to the floor. Another quick jerk my scarf slid down my breasts to the floor. I was pinned to the wall adorned by nothing.

His eyes roamed over my naked shivering body. My defiance was unable to overcome his power, damn my body and mind just wouldn’t team up. I felt the lioness in me come to wake.
I pushed him down to the bed. I wouldn’t let me not have a chance with him. I was his mistress today and he my master. I kissed his chest. I could hear his heartbeat disappear as I went down.

The scent of the heat between

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