© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre I dream of Youbeing insidewhere it issafeandwarm, where You have all of Me in your palm, where I can whisper Your name to my hearts content and be Yours, fully. Baby… I need to breathe your air, need the scent of You, need the feel of You wrapped around me baby, I dream of You.
My Peers are in their late 30s/early 40s. Some have been to and graduated college or University. Some of them are married. Some have children. Many of them have careers that they either love or hate. All of them are making it through the best they can. And I am on the outside of their experiences, looking in, wondering what normal would feel like. Some time ago one of my peers posted how their Parent had a cold and that
Being a Leader is not just about the mountain-top moments, with sun shining, birds chirping as you succeed and win. Where everyone wants to be around and everyone is a friend. Being a Leader is also about watching what you put your blood, sweat and tears into, swan dive off a cliff in horrific majesty. It is then about experiencing those who’ve just watched what happened and who you’ve lead, turn around and say to your face (or with their
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre You can’t let me break you can’t let my desire be so heavy it threatens to bend your will in half You can’t let me break you can’t let my nails dig so far into your skin that the scars hurt You can’t let me break you can’t let my moans ring so loud in your ears that I am all you’ll hear… You can’t let me break you…
© 2017 Sandra Jean-Pierre Promising breeze billowing these curtains as we lie in Our bed Your lazy Sunday morning kisses dress me in desire. Listening to the stillness of the world outside, I welcome the feelof your lips on my hot skin relishing how your mouth latches onto my breast sigh… how divine, to feel your thigh between my legs – leaning in pushing me to that place with no words, only moans to let