“Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.”

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.

She’s an immediate fire, She’s an instant fuck yes.

Never kiss anyone who doesn’t believe in poetry.