a grey moodiness has settled over meinstincts are sharp, somber is my toneweathering the daydeep pain and then a lullaching regret looks backwardsthe future looks bleakthoughts of tortuerous needbeguiling the evesetting a stage for me to die onit awaits...

  I wanted to feel itThe joy of being understood.

Our bodies entwined like a vine after wine. Something so fine... Something so right! Somewhere with just enough concealment  that we could entwine our sinful hearts and our beads of sweat on flushed skin  make our bodies slide as we entwine. 

It's the sad truth...Letting go of someone... something...sometimes... is a necessity.