I was so afraid to look, So afraid to touch

Silver River in the rain, a photo by marianne muegenburg cothern on Flickr.

Her skin was like fog over river on a cold night

When I looked into her eyes

I felt like rain touching a still lake

I was so afraid to look

So afraid to touch

She smell like a garden of flowers

Red carpet, a photo by flatpix on Flickr.

When I sleep thinking about her

I just fall into the garden of flowers

The moment she lay besides me

I feel the eagerness & desire within

Her breath matches the rhythm of mine

The burning passion in her eyes

Make me feel loved endlessly

The moment when she pull me close

Touched my lips with her, she touched my heart

When I make her bare

She spread an erotic fragrance

She smell like a garden of flowers

I can smell that fragrance still now

When she’s not with me anymore..

I can't stop writing

Writing, a photo by J. Paxon Reyes on Flickr.

I cant stop writing,
Its the only place where talk
I can take my heart out
I feel better when I write
I feel as if I talked with someone 
Its the only place where talk