A poem I wrote.

Seems I am always ready to begin whether I lose, draw or win

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...

(Press the key!  Make it work for you as a silent slave or ardent lover would - and, as you know - more than willingly.) Girl, are you deaf or do you always want to have the upper hand, palm...