Spilled Ink from the heart and soul of Poet and Author Richard M Knittle Jr.

  a one-night stand When I said who wants to have a one-night stand just so I could write a piece of poetry all over your beautiful naked skin, I do not mean stand around all night long and talk I mean I love to do that too but that is not what kind of mood I am in so lay back and let my pen do all the talking as I spill my ink all over you starting with the first verse on your right breast so I can test to see if my words do anything at all to you as I slowly slide it so gently at first over your areola and then some more while I watch your nipples grow and become so very irresistibly deliciously erect just like my other pen gets a little jealous and hard bent on joining in with the fun and says with a little growl and a hardy as hell hey, guys, what's going on anyone want to get it on? How are you hey do not mind me, I just enjoy the view back here while coming up from behind you like this, then you feel a little extra feeling of ecstasy then as we start to sweat

  I think I am finally moving forward and know that only time will tell how broken I really am or if I will ever heal because I will never find all the pieces of my shattered heart that landed on the ground then blew away in the wind; I do know that whoever does find me will need to have a lot of patience and understanding while I learn how to live my life and love again I may be old and set in my ways and I have seen some better days but I know I am a damn good person and that I actually mean something to someone somewhere and that I still have something to give and that love still exists in me somewhere, it just may take some time to find it and to make it work again, so here I am with my baggage and all, tears running down my face but at least I am standing tall. Getting harder to breathe I found out that it is getting harder to breathe ever since you have been gone for when you left I lost my breath never did it return, the hole you left inside of me down deep in my soul, never has

I met a very beautiful and kind angel I met a very beautiful and kind angel by the name of Rosemary not so very long ago when she had come from out of nowhere to save my life from my fall from grace while I was heading straight down to the fiery depths of hell, I was broken, and it felt like I had lost everything and everyone I had nothing left inside of me, for I had already given everything away that I had to give my heart was shattered and scattered into the wind as my soul was missing and presumed dead, it felt as if I had nothing or nobody left at all abandoned by friends and family and left to die all alone by a woman who was really a demon and part of the Devil himself, the wars that raged between us lasted for one hundred and eighty-two years I would win some then she did too over and over again, keeping her busy away from the world so everyone else would live, I sacrificed myself so she would never harm anybody else at all again, but for some strange reason either getting old