she wanted his honey
that refined nectar
drawn from his loins
the sweetness of him
...
The loneliness comes
A young burglar awkward
In his craft and obvious
During high noon when i'm home
...
raised small town then chose the big city and loving it. writing isn't everything but the way i discover what is important about everything.)
Obsession
she wanted his honey
that refined nectar
drawn from his loins
the sweetness of him
she wanted his surrender
that unseen victory
taken from his courage
the softness of him
she wanted his solo
that silent song
hidden within his fears
the deepness of him