Always allowed is my way The misty Late night conversations we enjoy There is nought misty about our conversations Yours is exotic, sensual and Languorous personality A constant object of my thoughts you are My imagination exhausts daily, in guessing what occupies you To live for you everyday I work To get near, so be it if it kills me Never has a woman been in such complete mastery of my heart and yet our time together is unforeseen I’ve wanted to live a life of pleasure, and Who best supplies it The torture of your chase, ******* pleasures it has given Yearning to subdue your independent spirit has become a future goal I want to fulfill For sure you are_so I think-My Lady.
Tried an essay poem they strike me with a certain flow, looking forward to a comment that can up my flow in writing.