speak.

i dream of relocating to a plush land that only day dreamers and lazy thinkers scheme of.

i dream of participating in a love battle that unravels as the hour dwindles down like the wicker of the now less than thicker candle and if you cant handle the heat i place upon these sheets then whisper here to signal the arrival of a slow pace touch and taste game.

the bionic body that you placed in front of me forces the retraction of my knees to the most humble position as i take those legs for the kissin and ill do much more than nibble and let me show ya how the slow and steady win the race. the only fast pace thats at stake is the sound of our hearts that race till the end of time and like a fine wine that has settled and chilled if you will for me lay your head to rest. take ya time cuz we gon be here for a while..

the sweetness stings like the brightest bee and to thee i beg no mercy and what is this kind of hold you have on me? i buckle under pressure and add up to measure the worth of every ounce of your being. theres so much i want to do today and i can show you much better than i can say.

show you much better than i can.......say

i feel you..

2 souls met at the bus stop one cold afternoon. the june gloom had past and so they swooned. knowinlgy they each possessd what the other wanted they commence in a dance of the heart but some was daunted.

a faint cloud appeard and pierced the heart of the weaker. weeks passed into months and thus the dance of the skeleton left em hell bent on staying strong for one another knew they have found that other.. lover.

each being seeing something else they felt that spark was lost. such a cost to much to be paid with lives up for grabs they made a quick dash for cover.

one stayed at the bus stop in hopes of her return.

soon did she learn that it was her soul she'd yern.. for

and once more her heart grew sore for the body that left her for more. some thing she couldnt quite see. blinded by fake perfection she's destined for greatness. so take this leason and heal from it.

bask in its greatness.

run from the shallowness.

elevation and transformation are in store for the dove who soars above the mundain and to feel her pain i sit and hold her hand because i too have much to gain from the traveling down that broken lane.