Cioppino, a savory Italian cuisine
Catch of the day, spicy and mean
Chunks of tomatoes, in a winey broth
Full length bib made from cloth
Dungeness crab, scallops and shrimp

A smile sends out a warming beam

and dolling out some self esteem

the corners of the lips arise

some, even smile with their eyes

loving signals from this action

Do you ever really know a person?
What’s on their mind?
What’s in their head?
What they love or what they dread?

Can you ever really trust a person?
Believe what they say?

Honey wet lips, of kisses sweet
My arms wander, feel your body heat

Your delicate mouth against my face
Your tongue glides and begins to trace

The darkened room, one candle light

When my eyes, I close
I see
colors of gold
blessed by the Gods,
a sight
to behold.

I see
honey colored villas,
under rust red tile,
my eyes beg
my mind,
to stay awhile

I see

Bad boys,
Are macho toys,
Excitement is their common goal,
Not too nice,
But they entice,
Girls love their sexy control.

Poker face,
Need their space,
They’re so sexually assured,

Your body beautiful
Tanned and sleek
My eyes adore you
My legs are weak

There you are
Just your jeans
Oh my God
A sexy scene

Arms all buff
Abs so tight
I love that you

MY SUNSHINE FRIEND
BY LINDA R. O’CONNELL

The warming sun upon my face
Puts me in my happy place
Penetrating through layers of skin
Healing pains from deep within

My soul aches with every thought

Emotions tangled and distraught

My heart bleeds to reminisce

Thoughts of your tendered kiss

My eyes blind to sad goodbyes

Number ten of course, is at the beach
Climb the ladder until you reach
Right on top of that lifeguard chair
Get it on if you dare

Be a book worm for number nine

She would have seen love if she could have stayed
Through our doting eyes and loving gaze

She would have heard love if she could have stayed
Through our words like a sweet song everyday

In pain and havoc, life can bring
Those arms of yours, to me they cling
The need and want of our desire
Brings relief that we require

You surround and comfort me

Golden hues on tips of trees
And fiery red throughout the breeze
Barely a chill is in the air
Nearing the end of summers glare

Dancing all around the leaves
Orange begins to knit and weave

Let me breathe and give me air
I’m in need of tender care
One deep breath is all I crave
To keep me sane so I won’t cave
Open up windows and open doors
Let me breathe just like before

High on a hill, love has occurred
open windows, sighing is heard
summer winds blowing, and curtains billow
bodies tussling atop several pillows

Sweltering heat breeding sizzling fires