I do not know what tomorrow will bring –
every day is a gift to be unwrapped,
every morning another Christmas,
every night another opportunity
to fantasize of gifts to come.

And some mornings when we awaken,
we are greeted by storms,
drama, and misunderstandings.
Other days we rise to see a clear blue sky
extending for miles past the horizon.

Do not fear the coming storms,
the heated emotions, or twisted words.
Do not let the fear of what may be
poison the joy of what could be
waiting on the far side of the horizon.

Tomorrow may be a blessing,
or it could be a curse,
and whether we laugh in the rain,
or weep in the midday sun
is our most important choice –
and the true present of the coming day.

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Red like a rose,
like blush,
sweeping across a face,
lighting the night on fire
with the heat of a memory.

Blue like the sky,
like a song,
played to a melancholy memory
of someone who took flight
beyond the horizon.

Yellow like fear,
like the sun,
shining down on the day
when you leave your anxiety behind,
and step out into the light.

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It starts with a wish
that leads to a kiss
which lights a fire
whose name is desire.

And they start to explore,
hungry to see more,
letting their hands wander,
letting their heart wonder.

Until finally they can take no more,
and throw each other to the floor,
as they let nature take the lead,
and sate each other’s lusty needs.

And long through the night
to first morning’s light,
their passions boil, burst, and burn,
as they satisfy each other in turn.

And when others rise to start their day,
these two remain tucked away,
finally getting a few moment’s rest,
snuggled up to one another’s breast.

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Please Sir,
will you take my hand?
Please walk with me;
please walk with me
on this journey.

Please Sir,
will you fill my cup?
Another drop;
another drop,
and it will be enough.

Please Sir,
will you carry me?
A little further;
a little further –
I’m sure we’ll be there soon.

Oh Sir,
are you leaving me?
I’ll do better;
I’ll be better –
please don’t abandon me.

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