I swear that girl was born with a pen in her hand, the moon in her hair and stars in her soul.

I could make love with you until the mood decides to never glow again.

The moon glistens in her dreamy eyes as she frolics in the dark forest. She’s got wild overgrowing in her bones, and tangles upon tangles of midnight weaving through her long silky hair, this belle of the night.

Hair tangled with the windSun kissed faceLover of the forestthe seathe skyand anything wild and freeShe’s a gypsy goddess.

She burns like the sunBeautiful when she comes undoneNo restraintsPure passion flowing through her veinsMadness refusing to be tamed.

When you find your twin flame you also find your freedom, for there is nothing more exhilarating, wild and free than absolute soul love.

Get messy. Play in the dirt. Take a few falls, let them happen. Cuts and bruises, scrapes and scars are good for the soul – You bleed, you heal, you rise.

I'm a tad insane, but I promise you won't forget me.

I have an attraction to strangeand unusual things.I find them interesting,spellbinding,utterly fascinating.