The smell of passion rolls off him in waves gently covering her pillows a morning scent she craves like coffee on Sunday morning may be not necessity an aroma floating bold comfort brewing in immensity arousal of the senses stimulation of the mind delectable and refreshing a pleasure so refined
It takes all the strength I have standing, my back barricading the door doing all I can to hold it shut the weight of the words on the other side tied neck and neck with personal force perseverance a clear and equal match to the muscles of courage
Heel to toe, a step forward toe to heel, a step back twisted, frayed, pulling baggage a rope requires slack the binding snaps as the cold wind does blow a chilling reminder we must heal to tow
The basics of trying a simple attempt to lighten a burden deal with what life has sent may it be lifting a heavy load in the calm of a storm or putting out metaphorical fires in the life you are born to try is a gift one gives to the world the basis of knowledge to experience what is hurled
They say, "dance to the beat of your own drum", but I'd rather dance to the rhythm of your heart my drum can only thud so long as the steady beat of you presses on
The act of a juggler goes 3 at a time this time it's hearts his, hers, and mine a moment of weakness distraction ensues tiny cracks appear as one falls to his shoes the next time by chance which one will fall? it's certain with time there will be breaks in them all
Quick thoughts the stem of worry planted in uncertain soil leaves of growth in no hurry sprouting vines start to coil as buds blossom a certain sweat settlement hosed watered roots wet sunshine dances photosynthesis fuels where butterflies are imposed