I'm yearning for some old school love. That sweet love that kept you up on the phone all night. Not thinking of short verses for his Twitter page but long, drawn out sighs and movement from lips to thighs sweet nothings that fill your ear and make you want to disappear into the abyss of... Continue Reading →
I don’t want to need you – Original Poetry 2012
Whenever we kiss I feel an electric shock that beats your hands to my thigh before I can moan "stop" So much energy between us that every touch of your skin next to mine Sends a chill up and down my spine And I can't deny that my body needs you too
Tis the Season…for Football!
My son's father didn't want him to play football, so I respected his wishes and didn't pursue it. Then one day my son wrote me a note that said "Mom, I love football and I really, really want to play football." I was so touched by his note and I knew that even though his father was against it, as a mother, I felt it was my duty to give life to his passions.
Joy in the Journey
I have to admit that I was never the type of Oprah fan that watched her show every day or even taped it or stayed up at night to see what it was unless a friend called and said "you have to see this!". I never tried to get on any of the Oprah's favorite... Continue Reading →
For My Girl Bev (found the poem!)
In my earlier blogpost about my dear friend Bev, I referenced a poem I wrote for her. Well, I just found it and I guess that means I am supposed to post it. Here it is
Tangled
It's been quite a while since I've sat down to write even though so many ideas have entered my mind since my last post. The summer is an insanely busy time for me and now that the kids are back in school and on a fairly normal schedule, I am able to take some time for myself.... Continue Reading →
Independence Day
I am committed to freeing my mind of the "I should have's", the "what-ifs" the "as soon as" and the "next year I'll start" - the words that keep my unlimited happiness chained up and my passion for life incarcerated. It's time to make my escape plan, gather my tools and start chipping away at the brick wall in my subconscious mind.
It’s Time….
Fear was looming over my every decision and every move like a hawk does to its prey - flying high above my head, waiting for the chance to swoop down and carry me away.
My Superhero – A note of thanksgiving for all sons
I write this not just to honor my son and thank my Creator for entrusting me with this angel, but also for my brothers, my nephews, my male friends and even my father - to confirm for all men who may doubt, that they will always hold a most precious place in their mothers' heart, regardless of how their mother may or may not have expressed it.
So Deep – Original Poetry
Lord knows I crave you mind body and soul And you are not here to rock my body to sleep and hold me until my heart slows to a steady beat
Toni's Room 