lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

I want to have a romance so grand,it would have made Shakespeare fumble for words.

With callused handsi tastedthe softness of the moonin the coldest windsi discoveredmy soul's warmest fireplacein the roughnessof his stubblethe tenderest love.

Tea is just an excuse.i am drinking this sunset, this evening.and you.

I breathe in...the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

Tell me..how do you stand there?filling the doorway....of my life.

May our twilights mix togetherlike breath and breathlessness.

i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.