The first, a player, played his cards rightMe, no game-face, I was easy-gameA…
I use to own a shiny, pretty ring. The kind that women imagine in their dreams. The kind that comes with a husband.
she had a taste ofhis spell, his power;sweeter than honeycombsin a kiss for life till death,he gave her his word,taking her breath…
Wearing a crown molded by the goodness above and beyond, the golden light of your spirit softens what was hardened…
I apologize but my attention span is currently unattended as I’m tending to tension in my shoulders’ tendons. I tend to carry stress in my spine as it blends in to my broad stature…