He came in,wild and uncontrollable,engulfed my dry roots in bright, passionate, sinful flameshe showed me what it was like to burn, and to feel aliveM..
I have been sitting on this cliff all night, alone and distraught. The moonlight constrasts on my deep black hair the way a light snowfall compliments..
I find it impossible to writeabout the things that make mehappybut I need to find a wayto put into delicate wordsthe way that even just thesound of yo..