We’ve developed algorithms for orgasms, broken it down to a science, I spell out equations on the small of your back, your kisses, the most beautiful calculus I’ve ever studied. You do fractions and long handed division up my thighs, balance equations between my legs... even my sharp clefts and C-notes can’t match our depths...

The sky is a tight gray sheet of Baroque prose pulled snug.

All I could feel was love leaking in my soul and my heart seeping bits of heaven.

No matter what the industry you choose to ultimately invest all your time and energy in, be sure you’re the owner, founder, and CEO. Remember, if you don’t own it, you can’t control it nor can you depend on it.

Successful people replace the words “wish”, “should” and “try” with “I will”.

The sky is a tight gray sheet of Baroque prose pulled snug

Wind as old as Rome outside my window, inky fleece clouds against charcoal crushed velvet skies, fall feels soulful, like a LaBelle octave.

Sometimes I think the Most High believes I can shoulder the weight of 1000 stars.

Like the Bermuda triangle, she swallowed her victims whole.

Pain speaks louder than words ever could. Like most things it serves as both messenger and a symbol.