My heart a lonely vagabond
Itching to be cleansed...

Life's too short for arguments,
And playing silly games...

Unto the bed, the lover's crypt of joy,
We unravel a passion deep and pure...

The howl of the wind,
The bite of winter's morning...

With your hands behind your back,
Blind fold over your eyes...

I will prevail
I will succeed...

Upon the grassy meadow
Staring at the moon...

Grind your body,
Work it slow...

I'll always be your best friend
You never have to ask...

Nature...
Consisting of...

My mind is all a twist
Filled with jagged edges...

Oh beloved keeper of my heart
The essence of beauty and perfection...