I thirst for palms on my skin
to burn through me with desire,
for lips to make my world spin,
to set my body on fire.
I dream of breaths mixed with mine,
as pleasure tears me open.
As fingers brush, intertwine,
my thoughts are left unspoken…
For you, I yearn, don’t you see?
Do you ever dream of me?

so hollow—
nothing but a shell,
a vessel emptied and left without purpose —
she’s drifting through the days, alone and hopeless.
silence, as she fell
in sorrow
so hollow—

a quiet melody—
the falling snow—
enwraps you tenderly
in chilling throw
to ease your restlessness,
the rushing flow
of thoughts of helplessness,
until you glow
and hum the melody
of falling snow.

Some days are harder than they may appear…
When, lost, you spiral down, out of control—
I’ll catch you in my arms, my love, come here.

In quiet whispers, snowflakes hover, dance—
Can’t move, spellbound – it’s all serene, at peace…
I feel at home when snow descends, surrounds.

My heart sings
as I hold the whole world in my arms.
Gentle waves
flow and murmur in tune around us.
Can’t resist—
every touch sets my body aflame,
and I kiss
hoping that—wishing you feel the same.

We chase wild dreams at the tip of our pens,
every word every stroke brings us closer.
But at times, our draft—it just doesn’t make sense…
We can’t help but believe us a poser.
Still, the dream, the pen, calls out to our hearts—
and we try, put it back to the paper.
Every word, every stroke is a wonder!
As our instincts kick in – full of hunger,
we’re hunters that chase, hunt down our prey!
We won’t let our doubts win, lead us astray—
we will howl for our pack, our dearest friends.
Dreams are waiting at the tip of our pens.