Lionhearted woman carrying silver swords beneath your skin. Your heart is huge, copious courage you hold within. You fight and never give in when the cause is worthy, brave valiant woman.

She was the night, in love with the stars, always chasing the moon. He was an early cup of coffee,in love with her wild ocean breeze, her mischievous ways, her childish play.

Without you, I am unhingedYour voluptuous mind is red velvet to my soulYour tender touch, your prodding tongueIgniting the woman beast in meOur primal urges and animal instinctsOur connection like electricityI need you like a book needs a spineAs a butterfly needs wings to flyI crave you like the moon craves the nightEvery cell in my body aches without youOh, what sweet agony!

A man once said of women, "Women are like roads, the more curves, the more fun, exciting and dangerous they are." While the evolved man smiles with class and confidence and says, women with more curves, twists and turns in her mind are the most beautiful, exciting, dangerous creatures alive. And the evolved woman, well, she will accept no less than the evolved man; a man with honor, dignity and depth.

You'll never be able to silence the woman who was born to write.

You can only hurt a woman so many times before her fangs grow sharp, her claws scratch deep, and her eyes become blades.