Embers

Won't you keep me warm tonight?

Perfect Pets

My little Grace Face.

My newer boo. Spade. Another shelter rescue. He's around 22lbs.

It's so hard to capture my three boys but this is Reilley.

Who is he?

He's the he who haunts me dreams, day and night.
He's the he who holds my beating heart in his soft hands.
He's the he who touched all the way to the soul of me.

He's the he that I can't stop missing,
Wishing to be kissing.
He's the he that I can't quit longing for,
Dreaming for more.

He's the he whose touch sent shivers down my neck.
He's the he whose voice lulled me into peaceful sleep.
He's the he whose lips tasted sweeter than life.

So don't ask me again.
Don't wonder why I'm an insomniac.
Don't question the quiver in my eyes.
Don't ask me what's wrong.
'Cause that's who he is.

Silly Boy,

I find you to be the cause of my misery from dusk till dawn till dusk again. Yes you are the origin of all my despair for you do not care about one so lowly and justly you should not. Yet even now my body aches for your touch upon my skin, your taste upon my lips. Nights have been passing what seems the most perpetual hell. The darkness nips at me from the shadows as the frosted air cuts my pale skin. Try and try I do to keep warm. Heaps of covering can be upon my body yet without your arms engulfing me into your aura of warmth, I am in pain. The days find your abandoned beloved just as tormented. The sun shines but not as bright. The birds sing but not as sweet. And I laugh but not as much. Theses days prove that I can, I will survive without you yet I can not live. I fear I could not survive if not for the memory of your love before you left, if not for the dream of your love should you ever return. And I do, I know I'm below you but sadly I know as well that I am not above asking if you will return. Forgive the ramblings of a young child but my heart beats quick at the thought of you never gracing my soul once more. I fear you won't return. I fear the world a greater lover than I. You can not deny she holds more beauty than my youth grants me and she holds more knowledge than dreams could even give to me. She is a mistress that will always satisfy you with her secrets and mysteries that you have yet to unearth. And here I am, a young, naive, childish fool, baring all. Nor am I above begging you to choose me instead. Please return to me, my love. I beg you to return to me soon for you are my heart beat. You are the breath between my lips. You are more to me than the stars that shine and the wind that blows. I beseech you to return, my love. Return to such a lowly girl and I shall do everything that the Heavens will grant to make you as complete as you make me.