ambient dew

Freedom releases the soul; it’s not the eyes that need dig the path; it’s the heart. Follow your heart; it will take you wherever you need to go. Temporary moments of insanity are mind numbing but necessary to carry on and learn life’s lessons. Only the brain can sort through the big problems. The heart is too sensitive to deal with such matters. Don’t be complicated. Be smooth. Be free. Be sensual. Sexy. Vibrant. Eclectic. Be you. Dictation is nothing but words the; empty hollow words that don’t actually do anything; they do not dictate.

Create who you are. Because no one else will. Follow the footsteps that you mold for yourself so that it is the path less traveled. Be spontaneous; be creative and don’t be afraid to scream at the top of your lungs and let people down. Be who you are in the moment. Be real. Be sensual. Be alive. When things fall apart, save yourself. Don’t rely on anyone else. You can do it. A long way to go is not always so long. So stop counting the minutes and live by the years. They go fast. Embrace. Take it all in because it might be the last change you get.

winter's blood red beauty

Your sensuous touch makes my head spin, my legs burn.

Your eyes of fire burn through my heart,

Making all of my rock curdle at your smile.

The hot breathe on my neck,

Your lips pursed against my skin--all I want is more.

This yearning desire, fuelled by your presence-

Propelled by your caressing hands over the curve in my spine.

Fill me with yourself,

Let me indulge in your body.

My thighs wrapped around your waist, our skin rubbing,

Sweat lingering on ourselves-

The sweet, sweet smell of ecstasy. So near, yet so far.

I love when you make my world spin like this.

pink dewy blossoms

Frustration surging through my veins. 
Panic flourishing every ounce of my body, 

Making my stable world crumble. 

I resent that you have this power over me. 

Yet you maintain a showing of no emotion. 

One day you say you care, a week later, it feels like a 360 turn. 

I beg that you calm my mind and make things right. 

Make them real--me and you 

That’s what it is. We know it. Deep down. 

You’re just scared and it’s too soon. 

But eventually-it must be. Mustn’t it?

I pray someday you’ll be mine. 

Or at least that I’ll be happy. 

I love you more than I’m willing to admit.