by amba | Apr 4, 2022 | Love, maiden mother crone
You deserve to be chosen by him over and over every day over and over for always
by amba | Dec 15, 2021 | Healing, Love
Close your eyes Picture yourself Tell me what you see I see me No, describe what you see Me, short buzzed salt and pepper hair weary eyes buried behind glasses tense mouth framed by wrinkles arms and legs with roadmaps of veins and arteries middle and thighs heavy not...
by amba | Dec 2, 2021 | Healing, intimate moments, Love
He takes my hand in his Fingers intertwined He gives a gentle squeeze I love the feeling of the warmth my palm pressed next to his and I wish he could have held my young hand the one that was flawless Soft – full of promise Rather than hands aged by work veins bubbled...
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...
