Ruckus an roar as Mrs. Nature gives us more…
Morning puzzling! Safe just isn’t, a state of mind, only a whispered of
Sultry seductive harden elegance of passion, erotically instructive
Angry within! The fires of a torched war! Murmurs of
the toad rod his BMX to court!
Drifting chance within a elegant lov… I spotted her in
Thy future a vision, seen through, what they say, a delusional
Ripping tide, drifting rhyme duet lov, two at a time…
Crying lov, salty tears, brought throughout those darken silent, fears..