Everybody want some kind of romance heart felt type indulgence but don't crave it in the wrong place, no need to rush something that should be mutual between one another. Take your time when you're soul searching, don't let a lustful sensation be interpreted as solid foundation to building a health relationship, no matter how they outer layer deceives you, search their soul first to see if good intentions are implanted; love should be pure without a sense of "what if".

I want to paint the skies with the fire in your eyes. I want to use your passion and your taste for the lasting things in life. I would use every color available to me.

I want to cause volcanoes to explode with the tension we know is already there. I want to taste your lips against mine. I want to show the world what the definition of lust is.

I want to make you smile and I want to make you laugh. I want to watch as you fall slowly and madly in love with me. I want to watch your mind sway like the wind.

I want to cause a hurricane in your head and fill your lungs with water making it impossible to breath when you're around me. I want your bones to shake like there's an earthquake when you watch me undress for you.

In a world of nature vs. nurture, I want to watch your nature come crashing into mine. I want to nurture the passion and fuel the fire above until we burn up and all that's left is that lasting memory.

BH 2015

Your lustful,bountiful love came one September morning and while it dragged me and smothered me it never once let me go into sorrow.

I just write it
as it is spoken.
A Divine Voice
created matter,
space, and time.

God's wisdom is not speechless
because you choose not to hear.
A belief of senses, does that matter?

I see it now
Her and I
Perfect in God sight
Like male and female
On the six day of creation

Love is not known
Just perfection
Never mind
The unsuspected
Elohim said "not to eat"
Of the tree
of knowledge
of good and evil

A simple taste
would open their eyes
to a perspective that
will change their minds

What they believe now
is only a soul desires
of the gateways into
their eyes.

i start rambling when you touch me
not because i am uncomfortable but because i like the way you handle me

demanding my lips
your hands on my hips

you telling me special things
things i dare not mention

i get weak when you smile
not just because i love it but because i know we are both too shy
to say what we really mean

i put my hands in your pockets and tilt my head but look away
so many ***** thoughts but i don't think i can say

i just want you forever this way
what ever is left unspoken unimportant the rest of our days

i want this now
let's both hold hands and fly away