Silk The embodiment of pleasure is one… It slides across my skin and throu… It massages every pore and every y… Like a new bride on a new night at…

Born in the throes of Mother Natu… from internal engines in the deep at the mercy of the tides and their authority, ancient engines manufactured

My Beautiful Gold I love to feel my gold To sift it through my fingers To see it sparkle I behold A night of sin and singers

Flames from out of crimson cannons… and warriors atop their purple ste… wars of the heated days coming to… in colors of the sun and evening’s… with proud sunsets flaunting their…

Carved out of granite she lies sti… mottled by the ages and winter’s c… colossal lady disrobed by autumn’s… exposes her rugged skin, me Lady… Naked Mountain is what she become…

No cave man can do without these: 1– a strong piece of wood for a ha… 2– a big rock to tie to it for the… 3– an AK 47 assault rifle in case… 4– an open area to send smoke sign…

All relations, sons, and daughters… The tired, weary, and lonely wande… Come back home and share with us, Your troubles, needs, and plans di… Thanksgiving Day, our reunion tim…

You are so little, you could lose yourself among those that matter, as you are just one seed that stands alone. Acres upon empty acres laugh at you as you cringe beneath their heavy fe...

Flowers come into view as nature’s trumpets, sounding the arrival of spring. Bedecked with all her exquisite gems

Love gates on pleasure’s path of deep crimson soaked in myrrh, wide open for passion’s run, past a fleet of words with the scent of love and love’s garden

—R.I.P.— —Sgt. John Smith. 1985 – 2017 - —Killed in action— —On May 27, 2017 - —In Afghanistan—

To the point but not so to the poi… wandering through the transcendent… flying through time clouds with it… wrapping its arms around the stars… melting the words down to a ferven…