i want to care for you, in such a way, it is hard for you to draw it inside your mind to cradle you gently in my arms, for one can never be too kind i want to put my lips close to yours, just close enough to inhale a bit of your spirit to draw your breath deep into my lungs, to feel you pulse throughout every vein, to hear it to put my ear tight to yours, to allow my desires paint, to reach in and colour your beautiful mind heaven soft vapours dripping, pasteling ...

i write with my quill from the puddling crimson ink well pumping quite steadily, into my right hand i write from the sitting position for the self made fluidic puncture i capture, no longer allows me to stand i write with the bittersweet fruit that now runnith over, unable to decipher if i am any longer a man i write with the bleeding passion that leaks from the deepest reaches of my soul, for i finally can i write with new visions i have never for possessed, as climatic crimson circles my pl...

waited to hear she enjoyed our shared; if only verbal passion i must admit when it comes to love, i am simply too old fashioned our envisioned lovely kiss, with her so far away the fire continues to warm deeply my soul, very comforting, she will never stray pinning her arms up over her relaxed head she wants me even closer to her, desires inbred her heart races as i pull her in so very tight i feel her wanting me, the timing is just right our warm bodies generate such besotted heat tasting he...