--For those of you, who already read this poem it...
Walking to your house...
Your jeans at the foot of our bed
Clothes strewn about the room...
Here we are all alone the way you touch me, makes...
your soft silk skin upon my thigh, you make me...
Fatalistic nighttime lover i am, my dearest man,
enchanting is what i am...
Reflection
A reflection of a mind...
I did not know what i was missing.
I thought I was complete...
9-1-1
I think Im about to die because when you walked by...
I will walk at the beat of my heart
talk at the speed of my heart...
A World All Our Own
Passionate kisses upon my neck...
When we say goodbyes
Filled with a soft green...
**This poem has no rhyme pattern, I decided to...
I could hear everything...
Beautiful, vanilla fragrance
Engraved secretly in my mind...