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

Innocent eyes Intimate moments like making love I am afraid do not come along very often for me, for I have not felt the soft loving touch of a woman in I cannot tell you for how long or a kiss upon my lips to keep me warm from the fires that will burn even higher and hotter then the sun or the moon, I go to sleep all alone in a bed that is built big enough for two as the only women that I ever see are when I close my eyes at night to fall asleep then only waking up soaked in a pool of sweat from all the heat of a passion of you and I making love, all night long wishing I could stay never going home, then when I wake up in the morning before the coming of the dawn from a brand new rising sun as I reach over just to hold her then realize something  is wrong so I reluctantly turn my head slowly just to find nobody there then once again I can feel a the teardrops begin to form remembering all of those beautiful  memories back in a time when I once had it all, recalling all of the...