I Don’t Want A Sterile Love


I don’t want a sterile love
I want it real & raw
Desire to be overflowing
With the heart’s Summer thaw
Knowing a kindred soul
My kisses deliver with utmost precision
Dedicated focus toward only her
Giving a new meaning to ‘tunnel vision’


The Clocks No Longer Melt


The clocks no longer melt
They tick away with perfect precision
Dreams & imagination steadily tock
She’s indescribable – a pure vision
She’s effortlessly beautiful
I can’t explain her power over me
I allow myself to kneel before her
My everything – the only one I see