I long for the day
where I fuck you with my words
and make your mind cum
A tulip swaying
dancing with summer dew drops
wind as her music
Life is all about
Searching, dreaming, getting lost
All for adventure
Bright sunshine mornings
Bright starlit dreamy nightskies
I survived the crash
cold morning mirrors
dewdrops caught between leaves
yawning with the sun
In my blood I hide
The birthplace of suns and stars
I bleed universe
a sleeping ocean
will never share the secret
of a starlit kiss
My muse has returned
making my morning glimmer
like winter solstice
When I hold your hand,
this thought occurs in my head:
I caught the whole world.
Off to Soltitude,
to murder a lovely bride.
Says the Listener.
And here is my crime,
a social life arsonist.
I bought terraria.
I find it funny, Glenmoril witches carry, handful of imp stools.
Glenmoril Cove, hunting witches for their heads. A cure for lycans.
Trying to juggle, my love for slaying dragons, and writing haikus.
more than just a man
I bring music to your world
this you make me feel