He was all out of tears.

as he starered  into her eyes

eyes that would never see anything again.

She was his lover, his wife, mother to his child, 

and his best friend.

It was just all so senseless.

Such brutality, and for what, 

the 20 dollars she took out of the atm.

and now she's gone

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I'm having trouble with comments and such,, so to all my friends, I wish you a great weekend and hope you are all out of sandy's path...hugs!

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He slips out of the king size bed, unable to sleep.

Grumbling to himself, it is way too hot tonight.

The clock light is flashing, 3 A.M.

He begins to pace the room restlessly.

Stopping at his bedroom window, he looks out onto the city streets, empty save for the few partygoers returning home from the night’s festivities.

He sees a woman getting out of a taxi.

She looks a bit disheveled as she retrieves one red stiletto heel from inside the cab.

Handing the driver money, she straightens her dress, and then walks into the building across from his.

Recognizing her, he smiles to himself. He wonders, does she never sleep?

Somewhat reluctantly, He walks away from the window and wanders into the kitchen where he pours himself a cool glass of water and fills it with ice. He takes his drink towards the living room, but then opts to sit out on the terrace, hoping to catch a breeze.

He reclines on the chaise and drinks slowly, allowing the cool liquid to trickle down his throat. He rests the glass on his bare chest, hoping for relief from the unforgiving heat.

The light goes on in the room across from him.

It’s her.

He cannot seem to avoid watching. Perhaps just for a moment, he promises himself.

His heart beats faster and an uneven breath escapes him as he watches her come into the room and turn on the stereo.

He cannot hear any sound, but watches her begin to sway provocatively to the music she begins to remove her jewelry.

The bracelet slips off her delicate wrist and she places it on the unseen dresser

He sees her bend her neck off to one side as she unclasps and removes a diamond necklace, letting it swing on her wrist as she then slowly removes the diamond earrings from each dainty ear... She then turns them in her hand as they sparkle against the light, and then places them along with the necklace on the dresser.

Sensuously her hands go to her head where she takes out the pins from her hair, allowing it to cascade down around her shoulders. As she tosses her head, her long chestnut tresses fly wildly about her face.

He is amused at the ‘show’…knowing she is unaware that he watches as she dances uninhibitedly to the rhythm of the music, which he cannot hear.

He sees her delicate hands reach for the thin straps of a crimson red evening dress, with a deep V that reaches her lower back, and a slit exposing her creamy thigh. the fragile fabric clings to her as she pulls it slowly over her supple body, sliding it over her breasts, stopping for a moment and finally over her head. She tosses it carelessly to the side.

She bends to reach for her shoes and he watches her slide off one spiked heel, then the other, still moving her body to the music

Very slowly, she slides her hand down one side of her body and slips one stocking down her leg, bending all the way as if to touch her toes. Doing so, she gives him a delicious view of her sexy ass. She takes the other stocking off as well, and then tosses them in the same direction of the dress...

Unknowingly, she looks straight through the window, and unclasps her bra.

He feels as if she is dancing just for him. He shakes his head and continues to watch, enthralled.

Dancing, still holding the red lacy bra to her full breasts, she touches them for a moment. Then she lets the bra drop to the floor as she caresses them, and squeezes her nipples slightly. She arches her neck back, as if waiting for an invisible lover’s kiss.

His eyes straining as he observes her. His body is becoming so aroused it is almost painful.

As her hands reach for her red lace panties, her fingers glide over her sensual hips, then to the juncture of her thighs. She pauses. Her fingers rub through the material and he sees her moan. Then she pushes the material down, over her thighs, down her legs, over her calves, and down her ankles...she holds her hands there a moment, stretching her body , then steps away from the panties.

The music seems to carry her away, swaying and dancing, and he watches, enjoying every moment.

Facing yet not really looking at the window once more, she returns her hand to her bare skin. she begins to touch herself, caressing and, getting carried away, as is he….her hands begin to slide sensuously all over her body She slides her hands over her breasts playing with them, dancing and just as she is about to touch lower, she turns…and stops. All at once, she moves out of his sight for a moment. He peers into the room, no, almost desperately, He hopes for another glimpse of her.…he needs, well, he needs more.

Just as suddenly, she appears at the window

She gazes directly into his eyes, smiles seductively and quietly laughs, then turns off the light.

Leaving him to endure the night alone.    plc 

(just something I wrote a few years ago for a friend)

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Sated

The lions licked their chops

George yawned loudly

Peter could not keep his eyes open.

George chuckled:” I guess we shouldn’t have eaten that guy so fast.”

Peter: “True and it’s so close to our dinnertime too,  I really need a nap.’’

George: “Maybe the other trainer will pop in for a late snack.”

Yummm.                       plc

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" 

I love the night. The city really comes to life. Not just in public, but private too.

Maybe even more. Chance meetings, clandestine moments, when souls and bodies touch. You can be your truest self at night.

I want your dreams, your deepest fantasies, I want to know what makes you feel. Talk to me. Tell me your secrets, the ones you can't  tell anyone else.

I’ll listen. And, maybe... I’ll tell you some of mine                    plc

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Sitting alone in a corner of my room

Looking out the window

Watching the world go by

My mind wanders to thoughts of you

Your gentle caring ways,

The sound of your voice echoing in my memories

Staring at these four walls,

Disillusioned with the fantasy

Thoughts of your arms around me haunt my dreams

Our hearts beating together

Waiting to see you,

Looking at the phone,

How simple yet so very hard to pick up it up and dial

Missing the gentle hugs

Looking at your picture on my wall

Was alone before and will be alone again

Crying softly

Sighing deeply

Lost in my lonely world

Missing you                      plc

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Dreams… oh yes I dream…don’t you?

Do you share them with anyone…your best friend, lover,

or maybe your shrink because you’re sure everyone will know you’re crazy?

After all, someone said, “dreams are the windows to one’s soul.”

So what does that say about us?

Do you dream about a loved one or sexual fantasies fulfilled?

Do you dream of flying, falling, or being naked in front of strangers?

Do you awaken, feeling that all you have dreamt, actually happened, 

That he is going to be right there once you open your eyes?

In “Phantom of the Opera, Erik (the Phantom), sings to Christine,

"Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar…! and you'll live as you've never lived before.”

well, it’s true… close your eyes… your mind wanders freely to all those wonderful people and places that perhaps you can only dream about.

You can be near to the one you love, but is so far away…

Or see people who have gone,

“Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fancy meet.” Says Sir Thomas Moore”

You can do things you might be afraid of doing, even though you desire it so badly…

John Updike said, “Dreams come true. Without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.”

We hope many of our dreams come true, just as we pray our nightmares do not.

Edgar Allan Poe said, “Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. “

We love to daydream too… awake, yet peacefully away from the real world

William Dement said,” Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives “

Oh so true… our personal escape route from our stressful or mundane lives.

E.V.Lucas says, “One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams."

Rumi believes, “though we seem to be sleeping, there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream, and that will eventually startle us back to the truth of who we are….

Even Elvis sang, “You got to follow that dream wherever the dream may lead you…”

There are times i want to share my dreams,

But, I am a little wary

For as Yeats once said,

“Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, 

wrought with golden and silver light, 

The blue and the dim and the dark cloths 

Of night and light and the half-light, 

I would spread the cloths under your feet: 

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; 

I have spread my dreams under your feet; 

Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. “

Pssst … are you dreaming now?

Dare to dream                        plc

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"

she sees a light appear

Through the small crack in the door

It blinds her after all the this time in the dark

Does she hear Him?

Is He coming back to her?

she kneels in anticipation

her back painfully straight,

Supple thighs spread achingly apart

Delicate palms rest slightly

on soft, creamy flesh

she hardly dares to breathe

'Patience', she tells herself

Praying deep in her heart that

He cares, and is returning

her body trembles hoping,

Wanting… no...

Needing to see Him again

she wants to cry out,

"Please, is that You?

Have you come back to your girl?"

Instead, quietly,

she waits as the footsteps seem to approach

Echoing down the hall

Oh please, please, let it be Him.

 plc

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I feel your approach
before actually seeing you
as you walk down the street
The shadow of your figure
becomes clearer
and I smile
your rakish grin, the slight tilt of your head
beckons me
I look into your eyes
and shiver
Your hand touches my face, my very soul
bringing tears to my eyes
Your lips claim mine
Possessing all that is me
I burn for you, as you do for me
We are  very different
yet we are one
Our lives entwined forever
I will follow where you lead
You will always be with me
a part of me
til the end of time                    plc

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