It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.
She is wild love and eternal fire - A sensual blend of soft heart and burning desire. Yes, an acquired taste, but the truth is once you fall in love with her, you'll never recover. Her love will seep...
Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist.
Sometimes the enemy walks beside you, holds your hand and kisses your pretty lips.
Don't say it doesn't make sense then tell me you feel your spine curve and chill humps rise all over your skin. That's all the sense it needs to make. That's what it's supposed to do. That's poetry da...
Don't analyze her love. Just turn the green light on and move into her soul.
I loved you unabashedly in the rain, you were real, raw, accustomed to pain. I loved you mostly in the rain, where you exposed your broken soul, unashamed, dancing despite it all.
Your eyes were the bait luring me into your world. Your kiss was the trap door keeping me prisoner there.
Old soul. Poet's heart. Warriors mind.
They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So I did, I listened closely to the beat of my heart and it always brought me back to you.
She was a restless soul. Born with black wings and a gypsy heart.
You put butterflies back into my soul and painted their wings with passion and poetry.
Come, get entwined in the dream catcher of my heart.
I understood the ominous sky because it was so much like you, and I was the sun always willing to burn for our love.
Those things that take my breath away become the ocean-complex and deep-and I'm prone to drowning in beautiful things. Like you.
She's a tangled mess of wild- a forest nymph, a goddess child. She's like the seductive sea - feral and fierce, calm and serene. She's the starfish swimming in my soul, the woman child who keeps me sa...