Most of the filthy, naughty, sexy, sometimes charming, sometimes ballsy things i want to say. I have a wild imagination. A constant stream of chatter going on between my ears. And I love to write. This is the spot where I put some of it down. With a dose of racy thrown in for good measure.

I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.

Just not in that order. On GOODBYE, MY LOVE. On GOODBYE, MY LOVE. On GOODBYE, MY LOVE. On GOODBYE, MY LOVE. On GOODBYE, MY LOVE.

Always absorbed in a book,. Perched on the edge of her nose. And her black hair cascading. In soft curls all the way down. She turned, smiled and nodded,. We found ourselves in everyday. And got back to her novel. It started when she saw me. Out of the bus window.

I have a wild imagination. A constant stream of chatter going on between my ears. And I love to write. This is the spot where I put some of it down.

I stand and claim back all my power. Our tale approached its final hour. Our silence speaks louder than words. Alas, too many lines are blurred. I have now shed all inhibition. Being alone is my position. Pure feelings worn down by attrition. A love too bold in its ambition. But in my heart there is no fear. May we both choose the path of wisdom. That leads us to a new-found freedom. Haunting glass eyes of ice-cold fury.