“My soul gathers the breaths of my sanity and beholds them in the jar like fireflies on a dark night.”

Her end was her beginning, and her every new start was the end to her old version.

She wanted him to touch her velvety plush and blossom core, till she moans out words of prose and poetry.

Her thunders, storms, lightning, are destructive or life-giving but it all depends on who is standing in front of her.

She wish to read the minds of those who smiled wickedly at her, let her be the wolf to devour madness.

She is a woman, with softness in her smiles and pores but a steel firm core that is an epitome of strength.

Will you cherish me or ravish me with your wildness, if you were to know who I am in reality?

She stood at the tip of obstacles, but never blind to the light of faith.

It pains to be insulted every time you breathe when I am your oxygen but you have to wish to breathe.

I look at the lines around his eyes, they are my road map to my happiness.

She had a precious light in her heart, that kept him alive in the moments he desired death, she was his savior.

This life is no less than a war for power, will you be kind enough to let me rule you, Oh my Mind?

He had her scent seeping out of pores.

I look at the mirror today and see the woman I am transforming to be, beyond measure and just wow.

She is a woman that senses the power of emotions through her core that are deep sensual triggers.

She is a she wolf, in the body of a queen, conquer and warrior with the flight of the phoenix and enveloped in the aura of shield and sword.

She is a passionate being that fills his lungs with the power of her love and raw emotions that strengthens his core,