But soft my sweet
what tangible bliss do we devour...

In that cold and dreary house
where money was love...

Deep dark sensations caressed my timid lips
as the aroma of wild cocoa beans drenched me in...

Ayasha Euthalia Greyvenstein
The name that will change my existence...

Dry arrid wastelands turn to dust
As misery strides in with the desert winds...

An expression I have attempted to reveal
within the fires of my souls depths...

Freedom!
Freedom I cried from atop the hill...

What a night!
As I saw in my sight...

Bumblebee my darling love,
Pray tell, what indeed have I done...

It is only through the eyes
that you may come to realize...

If heaven was a mile away-
Or joy was more than a coy display...

What stranger love is there
than to meet a stranger one day...