in my waiting time I think of youpure beauty and longingwistful understanding to desireyour western drawl remindeds me of summermy passion stirred and I feel the pangs againto go down south and meet you barefoot in the grassmy soul...

come unto me undone you are biddenbut be forewarned I am wickedslipping into your consciencespilling my venoman elixr to all your craveopen and pure to what ailsseek and you will find me waitingconcealed in the shadowsawaiting your presence in...

Beneath this jeweled infinity,these gems breathe eons—a vast, star-stitched tapestryunfurls its radiance in poetry. A river of fire scorches the dark,amber veins do dream,as if creation yells from whispersin its earliest confessional vow. Violet mist rises in astonishment,curls through forgotten thoughtstrying...

my somberest feelings find youwith deep affection I greettouching your depths so you will know mewading in the deep so you would see the woman before youcollecting shadows from whispersthen presenting them to you as giftssecrets of my heart...