Because your touch feels like love and your tickle feels like romance and your gaze….. your gaze leaves me in a trance your hands through my hair is bliss and you kiss, much like your fingertips- electricity you please me with your existence you tease me with your authenticity sensibly, I’m sensitive and our arrangement … More Spirits intertwined
At what point do you consider poverty in America to be a serious condition? When a few drunk stragglers rise with daybreak, to meet you with the onset of traffic at 8 a.m.? Or is it when you see the misguided walking around barefoot and misfitted in late October, with the accumulation of only the … More Blankets of poverty: Atlanta
Fertilize my garden of wonder with your bull shit Shall we? Go on into the night Ignorant and free Fire burning in my eyes Heat between our beings Little matters other than the freedom we’re feeling And you’re aware That tomorrow may not come You grab my hand and we run into The danger of … More In theory
So bluntly sincere.... 