Submission is not a phase or something taken...
It is devotion to someone both mental and...
There is a heat
A fire...
Soft raven hair falling past her shoulders,
Encircling her face highlighting her skin...
Glistening flower
So pink and red...
Looking up at the ceiling after the night's dream,
was it reality or a illusion...
A lush autumn day with nothing to do,
Conjuring up thoughts of Kudzu my girl...
Illustrious lyrics to a melodic tune begin to play
Nefariously expressing the words that we dare not...
I want to get to know you
Inside and out of your mind...
The room starts to spin
I'm high of your poisonous kiss...
As I close my eyes & anticipate your kiss...
When I was young and dreamed of love staring at...
How could I possibly?
Your hand locks with mine so comfortably...