learning from history only to follow their steps as eternity rolls or calls us home

sandalwood and jasmine turn tail and attack the senses of your mind as you just stand there and watch it go by

when the seed turns to dust and we can only lust after the thoughts of the beginning to only find the end

as it’s moisture fills the cracks… my lips, and i slowly draw my hand from my hips to appeal to it the bliss of the pure essence delivered from such a small burst

if i mix red and blue will it make… or a fragment of the odor it could be the base or nothing at all the wash between cycles

tenderly stitching and pressing li… velcro, button or safety pin at this moment to begin the stimulation of the trust while adding some lust

pull the towel back out carefully folding it and placing back on the shelf will allow it to grow mold in able to flavor the cheese

slipping in the cool as the feet love the feel cozy cradled in the head make it a water bed dreams do come

feeling threatened by the trees with their icy glares, reaching as if i am the flower and it the gatherer, some call them, others write notes and send them i…

as if the razor couldn’t cut or the rose had no smell, but your nose was dripping and a tissue was not in reach of the umbrella that