Those eyes, those eyesThat suck me in I am powerlessI feel weak
Being with you is light,
Like a visionyour face appearedin the crowd ofa steamy club.
Inhaling passion
Isitheredoingnothingbutwatchingthetimesweepawaythesecondsofmylifelongingforanotherfewwordsfrommymuse
Oh, she is the light that burns endlessly through the night — my eternal companion — she is my never-ending inkwell that keeps me going as my soul…
With all my lithe linguistics I am still struck dumb, unable to describe this possession of mind and body where I am balanced on the…
inspired by Tasneem Kagalwalla’s response
You were excitement offering vision to me each night
I let you go,For you are not to be possessed.I let you go,So you can breathe.I let you go,So I can be free.I let…