Like I Mean Something
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

Did I ever tell you?
I love the way you look at me
With your penetrating eyes
Full of light
And how they drink me in

My Etheree?
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

Dave
Raskin
Etheree
Helping me learn
Progression of words
No rhyming is needed
This is simpler than haiku

I Love This Man
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

I could listen to him for hours…
How he woke up at 4 am, pitch black
outside, when he was in high school.

Poetry In His Eyes
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

His eyes met mine
With gentleness and truth

Among a tenderness and warmth
That my heart knew

And gazing through

4 Playing Around
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

Your fingers dance through my hair
{Don’t you dare…}
Your hungry eyes on me stare
Oh,.. “I declare”

Peach Juice
By Linda R. O'Connell
2008

Peaches, you
fuzzy layer of
just ripe skin.
I feel you…
such a specimen.
I hold you softly
in my hand,
press my lips
over your
land.

That Team of Yours
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

If I were you I’d be pretty darn proud
Of what we all think sitting here, in the crowd
Watching those girls working that leather

Be Free
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

Wings could save me some days.
Days when life
gets me down.
When I’m oh so weary,
and every single minute, seems so dreary.

Wish
By Linda R. O'Connell
2009

As shadows lay across your skin
I wish i were the sun
I’d place golden tints upon your heart
You’d be my only one

When clouds surround your body

One Bite Is All It Took
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

I grazed against a branch
And plucked a fig from the tree
Gently placed it to my lips
Right then, I tasted Italy

Gorgon Zola
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

A handsome blue veined Italian
With such a hefty bite
Quite firm to my touch

A Few Things I Love
By Linda R. O'Connell
Copyright © 2009

I love figs wrapped in proscuitto drizzled with honey
I love to hangout and talk with men that are funny

NOT JUST ANY MAN
By Linda R. O’Connell
Copyright © 2009

He says things to me that matter
About life…
He’s so just nice
His words are warm
All over my face
Like the sunlight

JUST LIKE THAT
By Linda R. O'Connell
2008

Grab a handful of my hair
Take it all from behind
Or use both hands
Let me blow your mind

Blonde, soft and silky
Refreshingly clean

~TELL ME, PLEASE ~

Please tell me what I seem to assume

That before you make love, you darken the room

Light the candles low, and place them all around