The Crash I continued the quiet ride home. I turned the CD off. I could not stand to hear myself sing. It was raining pretty hard, no thunder though. My princess rested peacefully beside me. Every last one of Disney's princesses would have envied her. Her beauty, her peace. She is a priceless piece of art. Me on the other hand, no Disney prince would have envied me. I couldn't do it. I could kiss Sleeping Beauty. I couldn't put the glass slipper on Cinderella. I could not ask her the simple question. The tears swelled in my eyes. I used my bodily windshield wipers to clear away the tears. The road was practically empty. The occasional car flew by as I drove along. I looked over to my princess. I wished I could save this moment; put it in a jar and revis
Through the Power LinesMost of the times I talk to her it's through the power linesthe light speed of electricity connecting our livesThe electric glow of the computer screen I gaze at from my chairdoes not look at all like her face that often so beautifully stares.The kisses do not feel the same through a dial-up modemhen they fall upon my face it's so much fun to count themThe hugs do not feel as strong through the DSL cablesThere are no arms wrapping around me infront of me the computer tableMost of the times I talk to her it's through the power linesI miss her more each second counted that's not connecting our lives
Movie DateI move in slowly to steal another kiss from my beautiful princess. I first raised my hand to touch her beautiful skin. It is so soft. Her cute face growing nearer to mine. Our lips touch. Her orange hair entangles my hand as I hold the back of her head. Her blue eyes staring intently, encroaching my soul. I cower. The green electric glow of the television sets lights upon her face. A small tickle stimulates my stomach. My shirt slowly moves away. A cool hand lands on my stomach. A joyous chill runs throughout my body. I look up to my partner of these intimate acts. I love her. I find one of her long hairs in my mouth. I don't mind too much. It's beautiful. Kisses caress my neck. Up and down the kisses lea
Without Youwhere I am now I can't see the sun rise.There is no reminder of the color of your hair.Where I am now I only smell exhaust.There is no aroma quite like the scent of your skin.Where I am now there is no face like yoursThey're all very similar, not unique, unfriendly.Where I am now I'm lonely, without you.When will we meet again? It cannot be soon enough.