Dedicated to the one who catches my breath and strokes my heart to slumber sleep.

A rhyme about a love making time…

A love poem.

Gentle love in the morning dew.

I wanted to try and capture what I felt the texture, taste, and expression passion feels like. I’ve only just scratched the surface.

Whisper.

Fatal attraction.

Missing My Woman,

Oh to rest in the flow of the love of my king who loves me crazy.

At my wit’s end…….