In winter’s depth,I walked broken streets.Empty pockets.Head full of hissing demons.Whiskey for warmth.Neon nights for company. Underneath the frostand frozen hearts.Underneath the lonelinessin shadowed rooms.Something small, powerful—a dim pulse, barely there, but consistent.A heat without a name. And these days?Well, I’m...

your soul pulls me deeply down into your depthssuch a mysterious powerto hold and fascinateyour seductive prowessohhh it's what you domy body languishesmy thoughts dreamto hold you close fills me with trepidationbut my mind dares me come closersecond guess...

tic toc I heard silently inside methe second hand swung and time stopped suddenlymy soul frightened look aboutGod in his glory had come to see mehis eyes full of doubt beheld my visionswe were reviewing my misgivingshe didn't care...