The day I miss you

Wrote this years ago. Those were the days when passions ran very high and I was still not exposed to the nefarious ways of the world. When the world and the people in it had still not corrupted my mind. When my likings were pursued by me with pure passion. Can't believe I found this!

Passion

The ambrosia of passion, When it goes down your throat, It turns all facades, Into pleasurable hopes. In that mist of pleasure, When you twist and shine, Yet you don’t reveal through The love you’ve hidden behind. I look through her, Titillated to the core Whether I’ll end up in her arms, Or at the… Continue reading Passion

Thoughts…

A lonely traveller on the silent sea, Travels in hope to be free, From the wretched woes of his mirthless life, No affairs of wisdom or love ever, Came across in face or disguise. He sails aloft a merry boat, Yet alone, in search of that place, Where there is that love that chokes his… Continue reading Thoughts…