I have three poetry books...2 of them with PublishAmerica and 1 with Author House.
His kisses in my dreams haunt me.
What will his kisses feel like upon my lips and body?
His kisses stirs a hidden passion within my essence, I have never felt before.
How can his haunting kisses move like waves of passion I must surrender too?
...
I should be ashamed of myself.
He is hot and sexy than most men I have ever seen,
But
He is out of my reach.
...
The journey of love for you, Theo is now my life and endless reality.
I am unable to speak to you; I cry a tear for you.
Your haunting love is an endless tune that eases my tortured mind.
...
The flickering candle light dancing within a gentle rhythm of love sweetly surrendering into recognition that its lost dreams of wickedness is slowly burns into reality.
Darkest hour still the flickering candle light of love tatters about in lost memories never allowed being real because one heart deny the other.
Fortress kept love out.
Love’s flight into freedom only needs you, Theo.
...
A warrior fell from heaven into life, he was named Theo Theodoridis.
This warrior caresses life as his dominion.
Now this warrior of love sires the urge for my love as his.
Theo, the warrior of love has ascended upon my essence in ways; I can no longer deny his will.
...