Fallen dreams

She dreamed a dream … a perfect dream

Of roses and rainbows and mystical lore

Where angels ruled and life was true

With honesty and love and faith and trust

Of summers and sunshine and smiles and giggles

Yet Life has a way of playing different riddles

Even dreams turn tables and lodge despair

The thorny ridges rise and evil plays

Where darkness rules which life doesn’t spare

Then comes the lies, the hate and the terror

With darkness and dread in the winter air

With anguish and tears the glittering eyes awake

For all was a dream and dreams always fail

One of a kind affair

I am having an affair. There I said it loud and clear. No longer am I going to hide it. The affair is getting to consuming for me. The danger, the thrill, the secret meetings. It gives an adrenaline rush to the bones. The heady feeling when it touches the lips, the sweet and tangy taste, the hot and spicy mood, the crisp and light touch all make me weak in the knees. What can I say? When something is so good looking, almost delicious and yum to look at. The heart tends to skip a beat. The love keeps growing it cannot stop. It just keeps growing. What do I do?

It soothes me, consumes me, gives

me comfort when I need it. The moment there is a tightening in the stomach, it compels me to unwind and feel the peace. To enjoy every bite every nip every lick and every suck. What can I do? I truly love food!