Cascades of roses float down in scented streams of...
Caressing my creamy skin and fragrances my hair...

My beautiful friend.
So fragile, was bitten...

Night's yielding touch.
Scented with spice...

Riding on a silken wave.
Sat in a golden dingy...

Hypnotized by Obsidian eyes.
That taunt and tease your soul...

Sat upon a blood spattered horse.
Proud and true...

Love is the fear in the first date.
Love is bunch of flowers in your hands...

Wings outspread, like great black Thunder clouds.
Contrasting with the deep plum Satin of her dress...

Head, heavy with feeling.
Lay down on a goose feather pillow...

Lips like a bloodied rose.
Cut open and spilled across the Grass...

Tired of listening to your lies.
They pour out like a poison...

Blistering heat searing through
My heart...