Shooting Star

Sitting in the Presidential, Soaking up sweat in these satin sheets. The smell of honey, Craving sweet nectar. These days seem so blue, Open the window and gaze upon the view. Streets lights, Give me the green light and I’ll go. To a place you’ve never been before, Shopping down rodeo drive. Laughing it up…

Convenience

I am just a pencil, that needs sharpening. I am just a door, that’s opened constantly. The hinges squeak, they need be oiled. I am just a wash cloth, to wash the dirt away. I am just a basket, to throw trash away. These days feel idle, Different shades of blue are made. Tell me…

Glorious

I don’t want to be a lesson, Neither do I want to be a mistake. I want to be the passion that you seek. An adventure which yields satisfaction. A climax without touch, Boundless gratification… A permanent decision, One which won’t cause hesitation. Say my name, Say it loud, mmm… a melody so sweet. Embrace…