Mushrooms, the smell of musk, the aroma of the animals living in the forest.
light rain drizzling around me, with the sound of the eastern wind blowing the light cold rain upon my face. that same rain that falls in the rain forest in the amazon river basin.
white, cold ice, dreary day with the spirit of the Christmas past
dry lips, frozen eyelashes, the red nose shade you get during this time of year, all gone within the seasons. I thank you mother nature.
your getting old, 28 this July, I like it. maybe we should role play
insert here wink wink.
you held my hand, giving me a that smirk with your indigo pale blue eyes darkening, watching me, As my insides were liquefying at the thought of you doing naughty things to me.... because I know that smirk.
At night, the sound of your heart in my ear, thumping steadily, watching the endless dark skies with your arms around me, finding that connotation of the word love. I snuggle up to you closer, never wanting to let go, because I need you. the night begins to set more darker and the time setting later. you watch the skies, with it's sweet company of the moon & stars, as I watch the waves and the line of horizon of the flat surface over onto where the ships, boats and fancy yachts disappear into it's voyage. this is how it is, we view different things but we are in the same page, just a few words away from each other. we are a pair, always and now.
Dates with you.
I don't know how I find myself to say goodbye to you every time we meet, greet, and ect
I hate it, I want to see more of you, it feels like were friends over the phone but in person we are lovers. I don't know? I love spending time with you. when it comes to you I'm so vain. I think of you a lot, more then you know, & I wonder if you think o f me the same way.
short separate poems i wrote.