Constantly Soaking.

A poem that reflects freshness & a newness in our lives just as spring’s dawn refreshes our soul each year.

Inside every giving mother’s chest is the heart of mother earth, a breathless love no one can tear!

An explanation of my feelings.

I disqualify myself only when I forget how to soar.

“Indecision is the graveyard of good intentions”

My decision to hold strong no matter what stands in the way, powerless as I may be; perhaps I will gain knowledge as I go on. I refuse the rest until my goals are met.

Stargazing for lovers.

A dance of seduction taking off in flight to soar the skies of passion.

Wild love.