Amazon, you hit like a bitch.

This is a pretty sad state of affairs.

The Never Ending Book Basket

It’s taken me a bit of time to write this post, but I figured it’s about time to share the utter nonsense that’s happened between me and Amazon, and how a company that I once highly respected, has now become one that I have zero respect for.

I’ve thought about writing this post for weeks, what I would say and how I would capture everything that’s happened, and I’ll be honest with the fact that this post has taken on many forms, but finally I decided that it would just be easiest to state the facts.

So here it goes…

This is the first email I got from Amazon. As some of you know, on February 24^th I was sent an email from Amazon letting me know that I could no longer post reviews on their website, and that all of my previous reviews had been suppressed or removed…

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Sensual Sunday – Poetry Repost

I haven’t been able to keep up with the blog lately. Sunday sensual musings is something that I don’t have the luxury of at the moment. But I came across this tonight and thought it would fit well into my Sensual Sunday theme. I wrote this poem several years ago during a sad time of my life, but one that still had sensual moments that I couldn’t help but hold close.

And in my exhaustion…

Posted on May 27, 2011 by H.L. Brooks

My pulse is flexing flesh on my wrist

My bones are still

and the scent of you clings

to my mouth

my thighs

the soft dark shock of hair holds you

close

keeping what remains

in my tangles

in my hollows

I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to be awake

Everything, even the shadows hold fast – for a beat

And my pulse seems to slow

The world is still in my heart

but I know that the sun will climb

then sink

and the moon will take its place

the shadows will shift

and the ants will crawl

but I don’t want to breathe

I don’t want to move

I don’t want to feel my heart beating

until it is beating next to yours…