He held me close and
knew all the secrets I
had buried under the
forest floor before. He
kissed my neck and the
winds made the leaves
dance to the melody of
our pounding hearts that
became in sync. His
moonlight drenched my
skin as he stirred the
chaos I had hidden deep
down from within. And
so passion and lust took
over our bodies and
souls and we began to
gently sin* ~

She's the bread
to his Nutella. She's
the vines to his grapes.
She's the garden in
his ribs. But most of
all she's his* ~

She cried a pond the
day his father set fire
to his wings. Where
ever she walked she'd
drown the place with
her tears while she carried
her pain under her skin.
She put out the
blazing flames with the
tears she cried over
him. She put out the
fire before it destroyed
his gift and scarred his
skin. She put out the
hurt he carried from
within. The left their
homes and started a
family of their own.
They left as their wings
carried them across the
velvet skies. They left to
enjoy their new
lives* ~

He promised me that
the moon will light up
the night sky on our
wedding night. While
we say our vows and
let tears of joy roll
down our cheeks.
While we dance the
night away with the
gentle melody that
he'll be strumming
on my heart strings
on that very special
day* ~

The love i carry for him
in my heart can create
tsunamis and thunderstorms.
It can also make the skies
open up and let rain fall* ~

Kissing is an art.
You won't know
that if you haven't
done it from the start.
Wars rage on in the
mouths of those who
kiss. Wars of gentle
love by both of their
tongues. A kiss can
heal and make you
numb. It can also
make you feel and
become undone. It's
not about how long
you kiss. But how
the lips move along
with the person you
love. A true kiss that
is free of sin is the
one that you feel given
on your soul and heart
but not just on the
surface of your skin.
And like I said kissing
is a form of art* ~

Whisper your darkest
secrets across my chest.
Tell me naughty words
to put my lust to rest* ~