Creative writer. Philosopher. Environmentalist. Therapist.
You trace my lips lightly with the tip of your finger,Craving, longing,to steal a kiss.
Darling, when I die,Carve out my deathlessheart,And shelter it in a golden vessel.
Intoxicating of soul, enticing,Feet submerging into sand,Collecting driftwood and sea shells,Soft, passionate, sweet gazing,Your hot breath…