I sit alone, surrounded by brushes, paint and pencils, all ready to do my bidding. Some people sing with a voice that can paint moving pictures…
I can feel the sun baking my skin. They call this the “white city” because of all the…
Let’sescapein thisembraceof wordless ecstasywhere we can feelthe erotic pulseof all possibilities
I hum a new song on a rainy dayAnd think of our smiles in our younger daysWe hummed a few songs when the sky was grayAnd talked of the life of our…