Message from Mark

Sending out messages to her…
She’s taken and her heart belongs to another.
He is leaving, she is holding on..
I am on the side, her side and she for a time, by mine.

I write her, but dare not say how I feel… her heart is holding on to what can not be…
He is leaving. I am sending out a message… Can you hear me? Wondering if I should wait but seems so unlike me…
Emasculates me.

My mind wanders.. her smiling face, the curve of her back, the smoothness of her legs and her arms slender and soft.

She scratches my back and smiles with her eyes, she kisses me my heart begins to beat again.

Her sent is that of roses and her taste, as sweet as honey from the hive.

Sending out a message to her…

Sending out an unheard message......

-M-