*Hear the sound of
the sprinklers throwing
water on the fresh green grass.
Hear the sound of the birds
chirping in the trees,
praising the Sun
and it's bright shine.
Hear the sound of my
voice and listen, closely,
feeling my words
almost as vividly as
your own heartbeat.
Take it in, consume it carefully.
Let go of your mind and
experience this, fully.
Allow me to paint
these pictures in your mind,
and frame them with
your memory.
Allow me to see into your soul
and conquer you
until you lose yourself in me.
Give me intimacy.
Drop down your evening
gown and show me what
lies beneath;
your naked soul
has no control.
I'll be the catalyst
to curing your grief.*
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
*Hear the sound of
the sprinklers throwing
water on the fresh green grass.
Hear the sound of the birds
chirping in the trees,
praising the Sun
and it's bright shine.
Hear the sound of my
voice and listen, closely,
feeling my words
almost as vividly as
your own heartbeat.
Take it in, consume it carefully.
Let go of your mind and
experience this, fully.
Allow me to paint
these pictures in your mind,
and frame them with
your memory.
Allow me to see into your soul
and conquer you
until you lose yourself in me.
Give me intimacy.
Drop down your evening
gown and show me what
lies beneath;
your naked soul
has no control.
I'll be the catalyst
to curing your grief.*
