***
He sidled up to her, no holds barred.
His eyes peeled her clothes voraciously.
Followed rapidly by his hands.
His mind lashing her to the bed stead.
His tongue cruised over her lips,  while chewing gently at her taut hips.
Her ******* sensed the warmth of his powerful touch.
He threw her down.
Hard, really hard.
His trousers fought to split under the pressure that built up.
****** tension welled, a volcano awaiting eruption.
He was enticed only by the spark in his heart.
This was more than ***, more than lust.
From his trousers his best friend bust.
He covered her form in oil, so sweet so succulent.
An enhancement in crazy sensation.
And then her heart he broke!
(c) Livvi

How do I express my gratitude
To the most Holy who has given me life?

Why is this day so set a part from the rest as it is another day He has given us life?
Maybe it shouldn't just be this day to give praise,
But every single day that He has given to us.

Let me live for you, Jesus.
Hear the song of my heart as I proclaim Your great love and faithfulness to the world.
Let me be set apart, different from the rest as I try my best to honor You.
Let me glorify you all my days, and let you be first in my mind and heart.
Cleanse my mind and my heart and make it pure.

Thank you for dying for me, sweet Lord Jesus.
This life is nothing in comparison to the eternity I will one day have with You.
Take this world and give me Jesus.

mediocrity runs
the nearest
subway station

morbidity owns
the city's favorite
salad restaurant

cowardice floods
the sink of
every public restroom

fear flows out
of the sewer
down the street

these factors consume
my daily routine