Love and death. The days are flying by so quickly towards my demise I can hardly keep track of them. Love is so elusive and so hard to find while death is always present and not wanted to be found. The tale of two empties revolving around a shallow grave having a hope and a […]
They have come out of the shower and are standing facing the mirror. He is standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her. Their bodies seem to emit a glow that adds warmth to the room. Softly he whispers in her ears, his voice barely above a whisper. “If it were up to me,
Following a trail of dust on the road of love. Can’t see that far ahead nor that far behind and there is a feeling of excitement and intrepidity as the road winds. There is a sense of being on this winding road before, but each trip has its own uniqueness that sets it apart. High
I will be your pillow. Lay your head on my chest and don’t worry about a thing. Let those who want jump to every short-lived fad, but you know where your security stands. The quickness of the sand will swallow the gullible, yet you stand firm on the pillow that is not fleeting and incorruptible.
When I look at you, you definitely bring out the hunter gatherer in me. As I hold you in my arms, I simply want to melt you inside of me. Being with you is truly an up taking in the most exquisite places. Like a wonder flare in the making and a fountain of seductions
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