I call her the devil 'cause she makes me wanna sin,
and every time she knocks I can't help but let her in.


I will remember the kisses 
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I, 
offered you what was left of
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
the finy flowing currents
immediate and forever
you leg my leg
your arm my arm
you smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh

Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love


here and now

Isn't it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they're either with or apart from and a name and a personality and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never one stop to thing what they're going through, what their life may be like. We're too focused on our own. (BW)


You didn't catch my eye right away, I won't deny this
but once you did, I sewar I couldn't look away.


sugar it feels so good when you touch me


everyone's afraid of the financial situation
everyone's so scared of the big bad economic wolf
I can't think of anything else than to lay in bed here naked with you
let's make love until the crises is over...