Showing posts with label Patsy Anne. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patsy Anne. Show all posts

Friday, January 13, 2012

Thinking of You




As I was driving to my job today... thoughts of you appeared.

I wonder what your doing so many miles from here...

While sitting at my desk today...a certain scent came through...and I was reminded of 

how it used to be... 

and the love we use to share.

My mind began to wander and recall so many things...

Oh so many memories....a sweet and tender kiss...a hug from you that sent me into a 

whole new bliss.
 
And now my day is over, and as I drive for home.

I wonder if you think of me...the way I think of you...

I will go home tonight and dream of you again.

I'll wish that I could hold you in my arms just one more time.

Cause true love's always growing and never seems to die.

I'll say good by to you my love....I'll see you by and by...

As I close my eyes tonight...It's you that I'll hold tight.

Poetry By Patsy Anne

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

The Southern Man Part Two By Patsy Anne



Here is a link to Part One: 


Part Two:

Amanda’s parties were always exciting but this one seemed to be going on for a considerably long time. There were all kinds of creatures mingling, talking and laughing. Everything from monsters to zombies and many other creatures that lurk in the dark. 

As I scanned the crowd, I noticed Amanda waving me over. She seemed to be levitating. I swear I never saw her feet touch the ground. Mentally shaking myself I looked over at Darrell and rolled my eyes. “Would you excuse me one more time?”

He nodded his head and winked when he locked eyes with Amanda. “Sure.”

She seemed to be moving at a fast glide over the dance floor heading right for me. Shaking my head, I met her halfway. When she got to me, she smiled and glanced over at Darrell and waved. I looked over my shoulder just in time to see Darrell lift his drink to her.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking for you.”  She smiled. “I see you met Darrell. In my heart, I knew you were destined to meet. Let’s just say it was intuition.” She laughed and held up a shiny gold Sheriff’s badge. “I think Darrell dropped this in the bathroom. Would you mind giving it to him?”  She placed the badge in my hand and closed my fingers around it.

“Yeah, sure.” I put the badge in my pocket. “But I need to talk to you about something first. Okay your not going to believe this and I know it sounds crazy but just hear me out.”

Amanda smiled and shook her head. “Okay. I’m listening.”

I cleared my throat. “I have been having these very naughty dreams. These dreams have been extremely intimate and sexually explicit. “ My face turned red and I bit my lip. “If you know what I mean?”

Amanda’s eyes widened. “Go on.”

“This cowboy is the man of my dreams. Now this is the weird part.” I shuffled my feet. And thought she is going to think I’m insane. Taking a deep breath, I went on. “When I saw Darrell standing there I nearly passed out. He wasn’t just a man that lived in my imagination but a real live handsome Southern gentleman.” Darrell was the man I had been dreaming about for the last three months.

“Wow.” Amanda said.

“So you don’t think I’m crazy?” I watched for any sign that she was humoring me and found none.
“Nope. I believe in fate. And as I said before you and Darrell were meant to be.” She grabbed my arm and we started to walk over to the corner. “So tell me more.” A devilish smile played across her face.

I began to tell Amanda about all the juicy details of my naughty dreams. I laughed. “In fact I could tell you where every freckle and dimple is on his sexy body.”

Amanda burst laughing like I had just told her the punch line to the funniest joke she had ever heard.

That’s what I had figured. No one would ever believe this fantastic fantasy. This attraction between this incredible man and me went way past the physical. It felt like a strong bond that intertwined our very souls. “I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” I shook my head and headed back over to Darrell.

When I got to Darrell I couldn’t help but ask the question that was right on the tip of my tongue. “Are you sure we haven’t met before?”

He looked at me quizzically. His lips turned up in a killer smile and he winked. “No I would remember meeting you darlin.” That southern drawl made my toes curl.

I reached into my pocket. “Oh… Amanda said to give this to you.” I took the shiny gold badge from my pocket and held it up.

Darrell held out his hand for me to place the badge in his palm. But something very strange happened as our hands touched the cool metal at the same time. A sudden shock went through me like a spirit passing through a wall. Suddenly the room was spinning, my knees started to buckle and then the everything went dark.

To Be Continued…

Part Three will be up Jan. 13th.

Short Stories By Patsy Anne




Tuesday, September 13, 2011

A Look At Romance



Lets talk about romance....the word even sounds sexy doesn't it?

There are many ways of looking at this subject.

Some people think romance is a cozy gettaway for two at a bed and breakfast.

Others think being together for the weekend without your children is very romantic.

A woman who works out of the home....may think coming home to a back rub, dinner, and a movie with that special someone is romance too.

A husband surprising his wife with sexy lingerie is the ultimate romantic thing to do, and isn't that devine?

From the womans point of view....I think anytime you get special attention from your love partner....that can be sensual and errotic.

Women are visual and emotional....therefore, we need actions and especially words to make that very strong sexual connection.....so as to feel needed and loved.

Men on the other hand have very basic needs....put a woman in the room and they can take it from there....they are tottally physical and their needs can be met with far less trouble.

When you put the right two people together...Wow...it can be fireworks, and sky rockets all the way.

So you see...Romance is in the eyes of the beholder.


Romance....By Patsyanne 

Saturday, August 13, 2011

A Love Poem

Love
I love the way you hold me.

I love that way we tenderly kiss.

I love the way you whisper to me...all your hopes and dreams.

I love the way you make me feel inside.

I love the way you show your love.

I love the way you make me complete.

I love the way I feel so sweet.

I love the way...we'll always be.

I love you...always, always...see.

Patsy Anne

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

"Teach the Children the True Meaning of Christmas.





The Star: A heavenly sign of prophecy fulfilled long, long ages ago. The shining hope of mankind.




The Color Red: The first color of Christmas symbolizing the Savior's sacrifice for all.




The Fir Tree: Evergreen--The second color of Christmas represents everlasting life. The needles point heavenward.




The Bell: Rings out to guide lost sheep back to the fold--signifying that all are precious in the eyes of the Lord.




The Candle: A mirror of starlight reflecting our thanks for the Star of Bethlehem. A reminder that Christ is the Light of the World.





The Gift Bow: Tied as should be all tied together in bonds of goodwill forever.






Candy Cane: The shepherd's crook used to bring lambs back into the fold. A reminder that we are all our brother's keeper.




The Wreath: A symbol of the never ending, eternal nature of love-- having no beginning and no end.



Just thought this was an interesting take on the true meaning behind Christmas. Hope everyone has a Very Merry Christmas.


By Patsy Anne

Monday, November 22, 2010

A Beautiful Dream or Wishful Thinking?


Caitlyn rubbed the sleep from her eyes and a slight moan escaped her lips. It was a beautiful morning. The sun shined through the large bay windows of her room. She bounced from the bed and headed for the shower. She had tons to do today and hope she had enough time to get it all done.

Six hours later Caitlyn arrived home from a tedious and trying day she thought would never end. With a sigh, she opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by the sweet aroma of roses. The scent tickled her nose and brought a smile to her face. The smell seemed to caress her and welcomed her home.

Looking down she noticed a trail of rose petals. A slight smile tugged at her features. Reaching down she brought one tiny petal to her nose. The sweet smell reminded her of their first date and the first time he had ever given her flowers. What a sweet man to do this for her. Following the tiny yellow petals from the front door through the living room to the kitchen.

The table was set with her best china and an ice bucket with a fine wine sat on the dinning room table. She could see the light  through the small window in the oven door. Opening the oven, the smell of Chicken Parmesan made her mouth water. She realized she hadn’t eaten all day. The memories of their first date came rushing in on her. Strange that something that happened so long ago could be so fresh in her mind.

Her emotions and senses raged out of control. Heading for the bedroom, she opened the door and shock stopped her in her tracks. Her eyes darted around the room taking in all the romance the room promised. The bed was dressed in black satin sheets and petals graced its surface. Running her hand over the sheets, they were sleek and cool to the touch. The bed was turned down and beckoned to her. Then she noticed at the end of the bed lay a black nighty. She picked it up and held it in front of her glancing in the mirror. The texture soft and silky against her skin.

She glanced around wondering where the special man was that had planned this romantic tryst. “Lance?” Nevertheless, confusion hit when she realized she was all alone. “Is that you?” Heading back to the living room in search of him she heard the door open. “Lance? Is that you?”

“Yes, I’m home.”

Caitlyn ran straight into his arms. Gushing with happiness. He was the sweetest man she knew. He embraced her and looked down with confusion. “What’s for dinner?”

Her jaw dropped and she eyed him curiously. “What do you mean? Dinner is in the oven.” She glanced around in shock. Everything had vanished. What was going on? Had she imagined it all? She ran into the bedroom and there were no rose petals and no satin sheets. It was all gone. She sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. Was she going crazy or was it only a beautiful dream?


Romantic Musings By Patsy Anne