When I was growing up, my dad was often on the road a lot. So I became a Momma’s girl. Well, in secret, I always wanted to be a Daddy’s girl. Striving to impress daddy. Striving to hear I am proud of you from daddy. Striving to do something that would catch his attention. I dedicate this to you, Daddy.

A poem to my Lord about my desire for him.

A life of uncaring, a life I crave to live in!

I crave your gentle touch.

You don’t understand what it takes to be my man.

I want you to offer up your love.

A spontaneous poem – inspired by music and unfortunately “HIM”

For Erene.
Written: December 2007.

I really… really… dislike Starbucks.

This is that poem that you give to that special someone.