“Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.”

She’s got the look of a woman with lightening up her sleeve.

A woman can change the atmosphere of a room just by walking through that door, if that isn’t magic, what is?

Treasure the souls who call your twisted dreams, beautiful.

The bed was the canvas, we were the art.

I hope what I awakened in you, devours me.

You owe the world your uniqueness.

Make the lioness inside her purr and her kitty will roar.

Music and sex are soulmates.

She might look like a fragile flower, but her stem is made of steel.

The heart reveals what the mind disguises.

Treat her like the daughter of an angry god.

With wild eyes she welcomes you to the adventure.

Spread your flames and I will eat your fire.

If your love destroys me, consider my destruction glorious.

Rise in the fire and preach your passion.

Until the right words exist, poetry will have to do.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

She was a woman who was once dark and destructive and it took courage to stand in front of her ruthless savageness.

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

Some things are too dark or too painful to share with anyone.

I’ve been scratching at the surface trying to escape the darkness that calls me from below.