I'm part belle dame sans merci, part damsel in distress.
as I remembered how you lived.
wonderful adventures and midnight conversations.
You inside me
That is heaven.
The echo of your fingertips lingers softly on my skin.
.......not knowing which way I should turn.......
I realised life was precious when told I'd actually died.
and suddenly everything has changed.
His lips whispered silent words of passion against her skin
and it fell into pieces..
Alone, with my hopeless dreams. . .
Walking through Hell,
She found her coveted piece of Heaven.
filled with sensuality, awakening passion...
Empty silence fills the air and wounds her soul deeply.
Releasing what is useless in my life with no regret
His captivating easy smile
Fumbled with her train of thought..
but my qi needs restructuring.
That you and I
Can see each other's
That our paths joined
Lead us to a
That the distance
Will crumble, the moment
Our lips touch?
That enjoying each
Other's company, is more
Than just fantasy?
bread is moldy, duck is dead.
I met the best woman in the world - my wife.
Love is surrendering the power to hurt us to another.
trust you need to provide.
I thrive on temptation...(I simply had to edit this one to add the picture)
once before, I think, maybe.
always loved, always safe..
It's there...following your every move
Catch the elusive wave
"I don't believe in feminism, but I believe in equality."
but my phone isn't dead yet.
Let us all pitch in before the Earth goes Poof.
You make me smile, plain and simple, end of story.