The darkness plays such trickery or do my eyes adjust?
Before the sun has risen, I am overwhelmed with lust.
Moving silhouettes like puppetry in the dark, a
stage that you have set ,the master who initiates
the spark.
Uncontrollable the emotions race from the
inside and there in the black of day a pirouette
resides. Spinning faster like a seed caught up
in the wind, until I felt a calm embrace and
allowed love to set on in.
Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams
10 comments:
overwhelmed with lust...so, so delicate!
...and you spin like a seed...me too: more: i dance like a seed in the wind
and i like it...
thanks for coming...:)
( may i speak portuguese with you...i see you can understand portuguese, right? )
beijOs (kisses)
Para impedir que a semente flua livremente, é hinder o ajuste das raizes. Para a liberdade verdadeira retornará à flor.
I am a bit frazzled I don't dance I spin faster and faster and faster!
Happiness is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
Happiness is like peeing in your pants. Everyone can see it but only you can feel the warmth.
You do have away with words Ed.. sweep a woman right off her feet. lol
Are you Happy? and if so does it have to be dependent on others?
Love is the stem cells of happiness and I don't think anyone can be happy
alone, for their heart would be awfully cold.
sim Rachel
...para a liberdade verdadeira retornar à flOr, o ajuste das raízes...
:)
É quando você perdeu a liberdade que você o encontra fome para ela mais
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