http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/Decided I'd move around a little with this blog...sometimes in my White Panties, which are strictly for the Mature Audience.....sometimes putting out some Stories I Know, maybe in Everything Else or Fiction....other times maybe playing with words in some form of Creative Conceptualizations in Poetry or back in Everything Else...and when I feel the need to rant or opine from my soapbox, I'll be Getting It Out in Everything Else or Opinion....anyway, that's the plan as I type this....we'll see......Love, Krisles................. All postings 2005/2006/2007/2008/2009 Copyrighted © DCJameshourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/623599We try very hard To understand each other And really listen; Ice snapping tree twigs Outside rooms where we are warm Brings a chill to most……. While staring at a fire Brings a myriad of sparks Kindling thoughts within. Diving into cold Feels uniquely what it is… Bringing one image; While heat of...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/616256Since several seasons sped so swiftly Sympathy sans serenity softly spread; Silencing several sentences swallowed…. Sorrow sweltered, sinister signs surrounded. Should sometime soon someone summon… Shutting, silencing serious soliloquy, Senses swirling simultaneously, Surrender silently,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/610776Brushing across……then the lightest strokes building up from the top of my foot, landing in my hair…fingers twirling strands, hand splays out then under to cup my head. Like a warm cradle I let my mind float in your hand. My lips feel full, by breasts are tender…. Yearning for lips, that soft and...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/602726Perfect Martinis Slide coldly across my tongue Smooth as icy silk The mix of good gin And just a splash of Vermouth With a lemon twist Slides the harshest day Into a soft evening Smoothly changing gears Fancy Martinis Are mixed drinks in the glass… I want the real thing In diamonds…sugar…. Men,...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/584497Listening to the new Dido cd Her mellow tones pouring out what’s inside The room is dark, with only Christmas lights Yellow, red, blue, pink and green match the mood A glass of bourbon, cats surrounding me With softness to match her sweet velvet voice The drums in the background tune my heartbeat...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/583147TAPS was so kind in a comment recently....she dug back and found my first post and left this comment: Krisles, This is a wonderful post, and until now (me) no one ever read it and commented. You should repost it. I have found that an awful lot of times the first post of a new blogger is never...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/580680I have a friend who likes a little pain with her lovin’. I’ve never needed that; quite honestly, when pain has accidentally entered the exchange, it has had the opposite effect on me. We’ve talked about this many times….the why, how she and her husband do it, etc. Don’t get the wrong picture...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/579766Before the day at my desk begins I take a magic drive in the sky With the moon as my glowing set point Or the luscious colors of sunrise I leave my small home before seven And get on the asphault thoroughfare Stepping on my accelerator I drive into the blue stratosphere Driving parallel to the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/578807I can’t find words to describe it So why do I keep on trying Sifting through the files in my mind Searching for poetic treasures To represent this huge feeling I see a painting on the wall The artist speaks to me clearly Emotions displayed in colors Arias at the opera Speak volumes for their...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/Krisles/577378Memories of the old farm When I was just a small child…. Not recalled often enough, Have grown hazy in my mind….. I want to share them again With the kin who will follow…. So when they look at photos Images will mean something…. See that big white house with trees? That is where my grandfolks...