Bliss Can be found in your Head

Quietly listening to the world around me. Softly whispering utopia basking lavishly with in the walls. Touch me with finger tips of loving light. As if Michael Anglo was to paint my heart of chapels that lay with in my palms. Know my mouth to rash hard and cold yet my heart soft as wildly grows covered in chains to keep thorns a bay.. Caress the bosoms of my deepened soul. Inhale my passion trickling a tear of emotional empowerment to the most masculine of wears. Beauty herself looks in a glance for mere moment floating free as the flag flying in the lake of Chesapeake gracing eyes of Douglas. Journey with in freedom ignore the cage. Allow Mozart to stand parade with Roger Whitaker waving rags of ship S.S Today. Wash a shore come home with me of this day.