MY DREAM
May ‘97
As you pull into my driveway, my heart begins to pound.
I make sure things are perfect, this night is finally around.
You walk up the stairs and I hear your footsteps.
When you knock I make you wait, just so I can prep.
As you enter my dimly lit room, I welcome you with open arms.
I feel safe because you’ll keep me from harm.
As you hold me, I shudder: I ‘ve waited so long.
But are you thinking to yourself that you’re doing something wrong?
You lie me on the bed ever so slowly, ever so gently.
You kiss my cheek, left then right, and whisper just how much you want me.
Next it’s my lips and I melt inside.
I explode like a bomb, not trying to hide.
You’re removing my shirt as you kiss on my neck.
This night is perfect, but it’s not over yet...
You stare at my body, looking me over, up, and down.
Then you kiss my right thigh and I squirm all around.
Now it’s my turn, I roll you over until I’m on top.
I kiss your body so lightly, but you tell me to stop.
But I can’t and you love it so much.
I notice you tremble from the slightest touch.
The foreplay is over, now the fun has started.
Our bodies are so tightly bound that they can’t be parted.
I close my eyes to enjoy all you’re giving me.
When I open them I can’t believe this...
IT’S ONLY A DREAM.



MY STORY
June 18, 1995
The time we spend together is always the best.
‘Til a mistake starts to turn it into a mess.
You speak a word, I give a stare.
You begin to wish either you or I wasn’t there.
I begin to feel at fault for your sorrow.
And think of yesterday forgetting that there’s always tomorrow.
I dedicate to you my life, my time, my heart, my soul.
To you I’ll give sweet kisses and bashful looks until I grow old.
When I was a little girl I heard that Mr. Right was tall, dark, and handsome.
I met you and realized he all that and then some.
He’s sweet, kind, and unmistakably sensitive.
He knows my every need and when and what to give.
I know that I deserve you true.
You’ve turned all my gray skies blue.
The others I thought should’ve been the one.
Caused memories that left me a woman scorned.
When you came into my life, I thought they were gone.
But sometimes you make me feel so special that I wonder where I belong.
I know that it’s with you and this where I’ll stay.
For I will be forever with you I vow this today.



ONLY YOU
Summer ‘94
When I’m alone, I’m forever sad.
When I’m with you, I’m forever glad.
When problems arise, my spirits fall down.
When you came along, I’m lifted to a higher ground.
At times when I feel that noone hears my cry,
In my heart I hear that sweet lullaby.
One known only to the two of us.
Filled with love,adoration,respect, and trust.
Only you can sing this song with me.
Not a bird atop the highest tree,
Under the light of a hypnotic moon,
Can sing this Sacred, harmonious tune...
Why?
Because it’s sung within our hearts and souls,
To live inside us as we grow old
And conquer the steepest and rockiest canyon.
Forever in love with our soul companion



OUR LOVE
02 April 1996
The love between us is unlike any I’ve known before.
It’s brought to my attention true feelings of love, plus more.
New horizons have began to appear
As we’ve began conquering those things I fear.

I see love now in a whole new perspective.
I can only hope this is emotion perfected.
Your love for me, my love for you.
Is it possible for feelings so strong to be true?



THE PLAYER
September 6, 1995
To be a player takes a lot of skill
It’s a game of force, a game of will.
The key is knowing when and where
But here's a piece of advice; At least act like you care.
A dead give away... When you ask for space.
And make new friends...Bold and in the face
Of the one you trying to play.
Didn’t Pope teach you that it just don’t work that way.
To be a player takes a lot of skill
This player doesn’t know
Never has and Never will.



Sands of Time
Spring 2002

As I gaze into my sands of time,
I see a land without reason or rhyme.
The days are short and the nights are cold,
awaiting a presence phenomenal to behold.

Out of the darkness appeared two men bearing a distinctive crest
with the significant S across their chest.
They were followed by a group of women in search of a family as they made their trek.
These men were also seeking a way to connect.
Not knowing that the men were those whom they sought.
Men of Culture, Men of Service, many battles they have fought.
These men filled them with the knowledge of the light.
While listening, these women knew that everything was right.
Scholarship, Service, Sisterly Love, and Finer Womanhood began surrounding.
Within these Mighty Zetas and Ominous Sigmas, the eternal light was abounding.
Though they are two, they are but one, One Family, One Love.
In my sands of time, I see this on the wings of a dove.

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