ˣˣʸ I'd sworn to dismantle, stroke your ache and love you with all the madness in my soulI want lakes of you inside me

To balm and bless the senses, go deep into the forest, as swaying limbs of timber serenade their eternal breaths    of splendor..Venturing amongst wildflowers and weeds of kaleidoscopic colors, and lush verdant green.. Finding rest against the enduring...

  Touching the dark I move closer to youwicked indulgence, my craving for youa lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul, where you look deeplyand realize the demomess I amprovoking...

"16 Going On 75..." A Poem by Chris There's a lot of nights in our days... “16 Going On 75…”   Hand on-the-knob "16 Going On 75..."A Poem by Chris" There's a lot of nights in our days. "There's a lot of nights in our...