Her Loss

Her loss and their fleeting love
The song way too short the music haunting
Love’s fleeting memories sad and daunting
Holding your heart my bliss for only short time
Memories flooding every space in my mind…
Breathing hard never able to catch my breath
Too many sleepless nights my mind never rests
My friends all mean well they say I must go on
My life at a standstill I find no reason not one
Your scent slowly fading your voice in my ear
Nights of endless passion when life held no fear
Touching your pillow no warmth to be found
Feel like I’m free falling for me no solid ground
Days turn into the next more moments alone
I sit here hoping you’ll come through the door
It’s useless I know you’re gone you’re no more
Original words by;

SR JOHNS
C 4/11/2015

The painter and his muse

 She walked into the studio where he was distracted painting a new canvas. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he never noticed she’d come in. Without a sound she stripped off her clothes and walked over to him in all her naked glory. His breath caught as he took in the sight of his goddess. With paint brush in hand he looked at her. “I’d love to paint you my lovely.” She smiled a knowing smile. “Where?” she asked. He pointed to a table acro…ss the room. She nodded and followed. Without a word he lifted her and laid her on the top of the table her hair spilling everywhere. Stepping back and already shirtless he dropped his jeans to the floor. Fierce with longing and desire for her his cock was already hardening. She was soaked and her clit was a fat nub ready and waiting for his touch. Quickly he went to his easel and grabbed some paint. He took the brush and pulled it through the paint. “Close your eyes and put your hands over your head” he said in a sexy husky voice and watched her comply closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. He started with her nipples tracing around them. The brush softly caressed her stomach all the way down to her pubic bone. He dipped his paint brush again and painted the inside of her thighs, this time following the brush with sweet kisses down her thighs. He knew she was becoming more aroused seeing her juices trickling down her legs. He painted the outer part of her flowered lips his cock becoming even harder and twitching with a ferocious need for her. His need to taste her becoming too strong and he had to Spread her legs and eat from the buffet that was her banquet. Without warning he jammed two fingers inside her pussy hearing her immediately moan with an almost animalistic sound. He lowered his mouth and licked her tasting some of her sweet nectar. She was squirming as the pressure from his deliciously decadent mouth became more forceful until she was so close she was sure she wouldn’t last much longer. Fingers out and straddling her on the table he took her fast and hurried knowing they both needed their thirsts quenched. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him even closer as he thrusted hard his balls slapping hard against hungry pussy. Almost half out of his mind and she screaming his name he came hard gushing so much seed that it over flowed between her legs. A day to remember…her becoming his muse and he becoming her masterful painter

Original words by; SR JOHNS
C 2015

Self Confidence

Happy ending

OWNING IT

Why did I forget to remember

Why did I forget to remember to stay in love?

I forgot to remember your mouth making love to mine every time we kissed.
I forgot to remember us dancing to a song that no one else could hear.
I forgot to remember we had a language that only we could translate.…
I forgot to remember the look in your eyes that was only for me.
I forgot to remember your scent and the way it always made me feel
I forgot to remember your touch on my skin and the chill it always gave me.
I forgot to remember that you lying next to me always helped me sleep.
And I forgot to remember that because of you I’m a better version of myself.
The original words by; SR Johns

The Dash

The Dash
Everyone has a dash between their birth and their death
It’s everything that happens in the course of your lifetime
It’s every event, accomplishment, dream, hope and desire
It’s every minute of every day until you breathe your last…
There’s always a beginning and an ending for your dash
Who you became and the legacy that you leave behind
Determine how you’re remembered by those who knew you
It’s hard to believe something so seemingly unimportant
Could be one of the most telling statements about you
And on that day when death finally arrived on your doorstep
To take you, others will see the dash that was your life
RIP 2100–2200

Original words by; SR JOHNS

My dream

Feel the breeze on your face?
That’s my kiss in the wind
Feel sunlight on your face?
My warm thoughts of you
Feel rain drops on your face?…
Tears of joy because of you
Voice soothing like a healing balm
You’re my center I’m feeling calm
Peace comes over me it’s so sweet
By the day’s end I can finally sleep
Sandcastles sadly always wash away
Always we can build a new everyday
One day you’ll reach for another dream
And that dream will reach back for you

Original words by; SR JOHNS

Some Connections

Some connections seem
Like something in a dream
Like the secret garden
Missing its magical key
Only one way to find it …
And unlock the mystery
Profoundly changing you
In ways you never knew
One day coming to life
Feeling at last you’re alive

Original words by; SR JOHNS

Best Conversation…Not Spoken

Last night as we did nothing but breathe
We had the best conversation all week
The night before we quietly watched a movie
We had the best conversation with laughter
The night before we looked into each other’s…
Eyes, we had the best conversation that day
The night before, we danced to music we love
Being together we had the best conversation
The night before we just kissed and touched
We both shared one of the best conversations
Always wanted to learn a brand new language

Original words by; SR JOHNS