If I should get lost in all the chaos of the world, pull your butterly net and catch me in the beauty of your love. Remind me of important things -- friends, flowers, fields of cool grass under bare feet, blue skies above, rain on my face, and freedom... freedom to make a difference, freedom to be me. Pull out your butterfly net and remind me of these things, and most of all... your undying love.

It’s easy to un-love the devil;Remind yourself all he ever was, all he will ever be.A Jekyll. A Poison.Heart the color of the blackest night.A tongue full of wicked lies and tasteless deception.Teeth ready to tear into his next victim’s heart.

Some can't handle the fiery poet, how she rips into souls burning words into prose.

Silence can be lovely or disturbing, depending on the source.

It began with his mind, that midnight paradise—Primal. Feral. Wicked.Then I heard his…husky masculinityHis honey-dripping voicebecame my gravitational pull.One word from his remarkable, beautifully lascivious lipsand there befell a forcebeyond my control.

She has one hell of a dark soul,but damn,it’s so full of light!

Forbidden things— my God, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

I love the echoes of a home filled to the rim with poetry, books and art.

Once you fall in love with her, you'll never recover.