I went looking one day For something new I wandered into a store And the salesperson Asked what did I want A red bra I said I want to flaunt Ah that depends she claimed On what type We have many for you We have front closure Back closure Pull on or sports bra We…

I think I saw you wore that red bra The one that wrapped around your frame Like firecrackers Launching us into a new dimension Strange that you’ve changed let go the tension Undeniable Strength ignited and of course excited materials made to bind have changed my mind about what is all means ripping at the…

So much depends upon A scarlet brassiere Tossed upon the still-made bed And two enamored women

Rain begins to fall seeping out of the pregnant clouds above. My arms open held high upwards fingers reach fluttering in the gentle wind. Like leaves upon beloved trees. Cool wet drops from heaven kiss my face. Caressing tears as mourning matures meaning. Love’s, eternal blessings mingles in heart and mind. Present in the vastness…

Inside of all of us is the Authentic you. Does it really matter, how u appearing the outside of you. U are invited to an event you always know u dress nice. Expensive, Bras, underwear, outer wear. Do those things really make u who you are? You are you in the end and will be…

Fiona went to Footsie to get a brand new bra, it was a big adventure, as such things often are! The fitting was demanding, the lady rather stern, a red bra was the outcome, as soon she was to learn. She didn’t find it easy, it wasn’t a good fit: The soreness and the chafing…

They call you self sabotage A mirage of the truth You always feel unworthy A fool with desires Spitting fire A dragon Heavy breathing An alcoholic Who frolics A complainer Looking for gain Heart of pain Heart of pain Will make you a deceiver Heart of pain Heart of pain You must be a believer…

Riding a wave of light Beam beam beam Courage wakes Deep in the sea It carries me Lifted to the sky Riding a wave of light Beam beam beam Lightning fast compassion Gracious and humbling Flying so high Two claps Riding a wave of light Beam beam beam Endure all things Always moving See the…

Always, with you, there was moon. Drunk and merry, You in your party dress and pumps, we cut loose the mooring and drifted out past midnight. When the wind came up We lost the oars, Were whipped out two miles past the old mill. O how I hated loving you, then! Visions of your potter’s…

Michelangelo‘s David The one that slew goliath Started life buried in a block of marble That had been abandoned In a quarry A leftover from another project. ‘Mike’ as we shall call him Said he didn’t sculpt the David He simply chipped away until he found him It took two years. ‘David’ he says, ‘had…