Monday, 6 March 2017
There is a beat in my eardrums, and it is your heart beat.
Rub your feet on my arms, and we will make some heat.
Your nails so neat, sweet as plums, every night's a repeat.
Gone are the days that you'd rest your head on my chest and smell the scent of my ripe goosebumps, those days that I would lose count o...
I will take you to the Atlantic coast in, Virginia, Will you be my 'Puella' my sweet, sweet Latina? Ride on the sand in a cherry...
If i were to choose, my life or your love, irrefutably, your love, if love fades, life blues! Webbed in my poetry, love and ink- run v...
How did we end up here? How did we abandon the good and chose to abide by the wrong? Where are the days when older women portrayed motherly...