“Even the silence has music if you care to listen to.”

Love is all about uncertainties. If certainly comes in love, love dies.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

I’m like sugar in the coffee. Stir me and I’ll dissolve into you.

Fear is a good doer. It accomplish what love or even hope can’t do.

If its not for the distance, you would be with me under the silken sheets by now. By now the bedsheets would have soaked in out wetness.

Perhaps the best medicine to cure a sad heart is to take a break and go to the mountains without an internet connection.

The heart is foolish perhaps that’s why it falls in love, even after its hurt.

Forgetting is essential for surviving but i can’t survive by forgetting you.

Don’t stop me. Let my tongue massage your moistened tip.

Don’t just sit there looking at me. Come closer my love. Tonight I want you under my sheets.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

There’s still something incomplete tunes between us. Will you come and complete them?

As I comb my hair I find a grey one stands out among all blacks. I’m too like that grey hair, lonely among familiar faces.

You’re the addiction that takes away all my sorrows.

Hope is the only thing that keeps us alive. Without hope there can be no you or I.