Always the best

Memories of her err him are always the best, they're always close to perfect, they always fit the lyrics... right or wrong, real or imagined, they are the stuff we hang on to, the dreams we hold so close, the people we cherish the most, the old loves are always the best loves - right or wrong, the what ifs? They all disappear... Remember the way she looked? her smile? her laugh? her soft voice? Yeah... old loves, that prom night, or parked in her driveway in the dark, or out behind the bowling alley, sneaking into her room... hmmm I should probably stop here...

My Dream

Are you sleeping naked this night? 
Do you feel me thinking of you? Caressing you? Holding you? Can you hear my whispers?
Sweet beautiful lady you are my dream tonight and every night… 
soft, smooth, warm, caring, loving, sweet aroma, salty flavor, writhing, moaning, growling, pushing, rhythmic dancing, groaning, squealing, tight, wet, hot, sweating, slick, slipping, sliding, slamming, slapping, smacking, exploding, erupting, licking, grabbing, sucking, laughing, wrapping, holding, entwining … 
my dream is always you - blue, creamy, pink, ivory, shadowed, golden, blurred, dark … 
my dream is you sweet lady, is you…

Thanksgiving Memory

Missing the warmth of Thanksgivings passed, I close my eyes;

See my grandmother at the stove making the best gravy ever,

Smell the rich aromas filling the house – roast turkey & bread & stuffing & more,

Feel the shiny smooth finish and weight of the “good” silverware as I help set the table so I can

Steal small handfuls of black olives, garlic pickles and baby corn when no one’s looking,

Gathering at the table in anticipation we all know what the prayer will be,

 I bow my head and squeezing my eyes shut tightly repeating my father’s words silently in my mind as we hold hands around the table;

“Thank you God, for all the blessings our family and friends enjoy and for those you have given to others.”

Hearing my twin brother laugh I open my eyes as he takes “dibs” on one of the turkey legs,

I pass on the cranberries in favor crisp marshmallows and caramel syrup covering the sweet potatoes,

Relishing the chance to have more than a taste of my Uncle’s dark red homemade wine I clean my plate,

Great memories to be thankful for…

Yes, thank you God for all the blessings I and my friends have enjoyed, and for those you have given to others.