What Life Is Made Of
Of trick or treat and watching Sesame Street. Of kites and toys, friendly girls and boys. Of cabbage patch kids and bicycle skids. Of breakfast foods like eggs
Hi There,
Welcome to Sand Petals!
A look at life through the expressions of a simple soul.
Upon Her Face
Passion blooms upon her face; Its petals imbued with her essence. An innocent yet majestic grace; Aroma sweet, with just a trace Of natures effervescence. A radiant stare, a warming smile; An ethereal manifestation Of an angel's glow and fervent
Fathom A Chance
Fathom this — you and I locked in a kiss separated by an embrace that resembles the taste of bliss. Fathom yourself on the phone or silk-robed at home; caressed by poetic prisms flowing over oral rhythms and touch tones.
Race Is Uhmm...
What is uhmm... Race is uhmm... The thin line that Blinds us, Confines us, Keeps us at home base. If we cross that line It's a crime, No matter the time; Society will put us back in our place. But
Prints of Lipsticks
I love moist lips; the kind that sips from Champagne glasses and to their rims affix prints of lipsticks. Time passes as a memory, reminding me of beauty in a touch. As such, I can't resist being in your midst;
