We took root in one another
and grew...
A Bio-logical poem
The air was loaded with promises and mystery...
Listen to the way my palm whispers into your
cheekbones and when it tells the story...
I want you to lay me down and make love
to me all day and night. You're kind of...
I am the breeze
caressing a shadowing...
Whispers of doubt kills me inside,
I scream I love you to shove away the pain...
When in the wild
Do as they do in the wild...
I never imagined my first kiss to resemble
an eagle's beak darting through my lips...
Making Love
Your staring into my eyes...
His eyes are captivating and steadily pull
me in...
Murder-eyes look into me and say
like heresy, hear-say...
Merely obsessive, I become
as I look deep into his lust...