by amba | Nov 14, 2021 | Tattoos, trauma
A semi-colon on the wrist Small and powerful A statement and a whisper A pause Healing pause between past and future Healing pause between despair and hope A reminder To pause and everything will change It will get better Just...
by amba | Nov 10, 2021 | Love
He spoke love poems to me all the time they were in his words and his hands his lips and his body and all the things he did captured by me in my poetry
by amba | Nov 5, 2021 | intimate moments, Love, Tattoos
Stretch marks and cellulite white like crackled paint on my hips and thighs remnants of children I bore not yours you do not care you do not see them but the red tangles and lines broken capillaries fine and knotted looking you gently touch I didn’t know you realized...
by amba | Nov 3, 2021 | in bed, intimate moments, Love, sensual
He snuggled in close to me wrapping me in his arms and we listened to the night sounds and then magic fireflies winking on and off in our room golden light looking for a mate and I snuggled closer to the warmth of...
by amba | Oct 29, 2021 | Tattoos
Lips In the cup of her hip Lush and sensual Dark cherry against mahogany skin Perfectly placed so that every time she put her hand on her hips She would touch it Those lips An ex-lovers Never to be seen again But on her...
