“Iʼm worried;
I canʼt lose my sparkle,” she says.
“It draws people to me,
gives me my edge.
Itʼs the stress;
Iʼm afraid itʼll suck me dry.”
“Youʼll never run out,” I tell her,
“youʼre the
Queen of Sparkle!”
She smiles the same
smile that captured
my lips that
day in the pool when
shining, naked,
she rocked me,
hands caressing my ass,
her sparkling breasts
flush up against me,
soft pillows, pressed into
memory.
For Angela Blessing, with love from
The Juice Bar 
I love ‘Sparkle Plenty!!’ I adore the foto…so much to love here…
Plenty! You sparkle Alexis!!! 🙂
Alexis,
Your words and the sexual energy in your poems sparkly up my life.
xoxo
Roz
I should have in the middle of that skinny dipping duo and made it a trio.
Alexis…Being a sparkling woman myself, the first half of your sparkly poem really really resonated with me! May you and Fancher enjoy a new year full of sparkling energy…full of good health and smiles!
how many of us are afraid we’ll lose our sparkle with age and/or a lifetime of too many stresses-sorrows-hardships, and/or even just one hideous sparkle-stealing trauma….the upside?…..if one once had sparkle one can get it back IF one is up to learning the lessons. i love “smile that captured my lips” and “soft pillows, pressed into memory.” love the photo too, very much….a perfect pairing!
May she/you/we never lose our sparkle. And what a sparkling photo.
Thanks for the spark!
Your poem is resplendent with unquestionable Love… Beautiful Alexis!!!