Love burns in my heart for you.

Poetry: A hint of daring, love to come.

Lust draws you in like a moth to a light.

…for him.

A Furry White Moth.

Poem.

Here’s a tale of a moth,infatuated by the glow of the fire,flies to it and burns off..Surely seems a vague ignorance,but the latent message is not conveyed!Read it,to know what it implies!

I have a phobia about moths. I have tried to overcome it but to no avail. Even a picture of a moth has me trembling.

A near death experience?

A little story.