but you played me for only a three-count phrase and laid me down to free your hands for another and I am left to do a solo performance :with no assistance from you
Comfortable in my own skin – His point of view
Then finally I glanced down and saw she was wearing red pumps and her stocking free beautiful bare legs flashed in and out of the bottom of her coat. At that moment for me it was Christmas morning and my present had arrived.
Getting comfortable in my own skin – Part deux
There's such a rush of adrenalin, passion and life that flows through every ounce and every vein and the endorphins were all over the place! He was dying to unwrap the package and it made me more intent on teasing him and making him wait until he couldn't take it any more.
Finally Over – Original Poetry…one of my favorites
I loved until I stopped hurting and I found not only myself but someone to love me for real
One Of The Most Important Days of My Life – for Mom
The day I announced to my soul that joy and sadness could co-exist and that I was no longer going to allow fear to take a permanent residence in my heart and head.
Getting comfortable in my own skin
Motherhood can cause you to forget who you were before you were a mother and a wife. I was once asked in a group setting to close my eyes and think of five roles that I have in my life, and in order of importance. I immediately saw the words mother, wife, sister, daughter, homemaker,... Continue Reading →
For My Love – Original poetry written Sept 1985
you are everything I’ve ever wanted a man to be and I treasure your love like the Egyptians treasure the ever flowing Nile...
How did I get here?
It had been over a year since I had felt lips on my skin or hands around my waist. And if I was going to take this leap back into intimacy, then who better than someone I had known for twenty years. I trusted this man. I could feel safe and vulnerable at the same time. So I lept.
Facing the fear
I didn't think I would ever be able to step out on faith and insist on a life of peace and joy. I take things one day at a time and I thank God for the little things.
The reason for the season – Reposted to welcome Baby M!
We cannot look back to the past and change anything that we or our parents have done, but with each new birth and each new season, we can start anew, search ourselves, our emotions, our hearts and our souls and make a choice to do something different.
Toni's Room 