I want to kiss
her mouth in the
spring rain.
I want to
feel her tight
wet body
against mine,
while the water
pounds down around us.
I want to
carry her to
my underground
lair, and taste
her orchid
until she wilts in
sweat drenched
ecstasy.

Our life lives inside
her.
My walnut haired angel;
my freckled dreamer.
She's swollen and sensual;
beautiful beyond spring.
Far above the ocean's light.
I want to take her to
a meadow and make
love to her with the
breeze and sparrows watching.
I want to taste the
sticky sweet dew on her
thighs, and wake up next
to her for the rest
of my life.

My mind is racing,
My heart is rushed.
My thoughts are pacing,
And my face’s flushed.

How can I take back
The last thing said?
It’s courage I lack,
So now my mind’s in red.

A night of nights
This might just be.
Lefts from rights?
My mind’s jumbled tree.

Forgetting even the most simple of things,
Let’s see what other stupidity this brings!

inside my head
it's always wrong and right
relying on you
there's never lack of light

I choose you in your worst
I love you every time
you smoke my thoughts
our attraction is just a thin line

honey, maybe one day we
crazy       until        free
spirit, mind and simple mess
breaking the resistance in me

Poor me;
My heart has become a tool in the hands of fate,
Maybe it is true; nature is weak.
Like winds in the coast,
Am now an addict of her presence.

I look at her eyes and forget my existence.
It is true; the mystery men call love, has taken hold of my heart.
In the blooms of the sunrise,
My love for her springs awake,
Uncultured feelings that continuously mocks my courage
Could this be the magical feeling my grand mother once told me?

At the eclipse of her presence,
Her fragile hands make my lips tremble with fear.
My princess, please take away your beauty from my weak and helpless eyes:
For there in, is the fortress of my weakness.

I only prayed for a lover.
But in my princess is a slayer.
She slays me every second and restores me back with the blooms of her unequalled beauty.
A spirit and courage to savage all tender moments,
I ask from God.
Through pains and the first blood of innocence,
I would make my lover bound to me.
So she wouldn’t let me off her arms, even beyond the cost of rubies.

he gave me this look
that drove me insane
he imagined things with me
goosebumps
he stretched the strings inside me
love and attraction merge
and he didn't even say a word

The dark dance calls softly,
like Night Shade or Oleander.
Just a little taste...
Just one more slow waltz...
I can smell her
wet orchid while I sleep.
She moves languidly through
my dreams, possesses me at dawn
with lambent steps.
The love is violent, like a bullfight.
It's sweet and treacherous, ferocious.
Fatal for one of us;
and she's been gored.