What is that look…that face you wear in the moment foreign to your mind; subconsciously familiar strengh, passion, and something higher… Your eyes tellĀ  a tale They plead for mercy while begging for more The intensity you feel;thatĀ  fuel to your fascination … fire and fear This is the beginning or it could end it…


I feel that this time you are gone for good and I cant live without you…I’m sorry if I did anything to push you away. tell me what would make you come back and I’ll do it…lines are blurred now I’ll cross them all for you.