Inspiration can come from the simplest of places. Every flower is a miracle birthed out of explosive creativity.

Ecstasy’s passion.

Angels are continually composing sonnets on the walls of our hearts.

Changed forever.

Gentle strokes.

Where are the lonely hearts?

A torrid embrace…

Then I looked down on you, as you were caressed in my arms…

Clear declarations of kissing, cherishing, nibbling, and still wanting to, they being little bits of love.