And I shall take the writer home
so we move with intimacy
 inside my eyes and heart.

Your phases warm in cold night
where loneliness haunts
and desires are dormant.

It's a grand rondevu
where ******** rivers flow
as I praise my partners 
genuine heart. 
And so...
I drift off to sleep
in bed of words and dreams.

Ode to All Writers

I cannot think
Of words that can 
Explain the look in your eyes 
When you saw how wild 
You were making me

It's was intense 
And beautiful 
And it made me remember 
All the things that 
Made me fall in love with you