Some smiles light a fire that you didn’t know you had burning inside
Those flames come to pull you from a place you can no longer hide
The moment you come out to play – your spirit is already burned to ash
You weren’t paying attention to the road so you’ve inevitably invited a crash
If only you had purchased insurance to save you from this costly dread
When looking for the needle you brushed up against the soft thread
No worries about the glass that has just fallen onto the tile floor
For lightning travels faster than sound – the burst of surprise always evens the score
For whatever you want to do – you can arise out of the swampy gloom
Or you can stay in the dark corners and explore the haunted tomb
But when prismatic radiance walks up the stairs, to decorate a room loaded with white paint
Think not of the colors that will remain or those that will taint
For the smile of your light guides me into places unbeknownst to me
Now the twinkle in your eyes has flourished my withering tree
Forever I see, the reasons that smiles have come to be!
Dedicated to all of those near and far who have recently given me another reason to smile. Some smiles travel miles in illuminating styles 🙂
Sweeter dreams of milky passions she speaks.
She compliments the insight of what she sees in the light!
The wonder in her words – counting again.
I’m trying to recall the statement in her blessing!?
Going forward through 17 measures – which is poetically sung within the voices of melodic serenades.
She sings of a feeling, that pounds her heart so near.
As her rhythm is understood, by the choir of an audience, everyone sings in harmony.
The flow is begged by a craving for sugary islands and sweet drops of rain.
If this were a song it would be forbidden in the broadcasted notion of what is truly sacred.
Every part of syncopation no longer waits – it takes each chance to deal with the response.
The desires are fully dressed with unselfish luxury.
Dedicated: To The One -Who Embraced The Element Of My Longing // Her Name Is Behind The Camera.
In the middle of the landscape, there lays a blossom of innocence.
The theory of learning progresses the passive wills of chastity.
The landscape has fully dressed the garden to appeal to the tools of fertilization.
The energy within starts to silently seek for one to come into the bliss of tight entrances.
As the desires for fulfillment are given by the kiss of fire.
The expectation of rain is brought by the movement of fingers which slowly manage to shout longing.
Forecasting into the future, the weather becomes intimate with the radar of mutual predictability.
Falling into the height of the endless skies of ecstasy; the unfolding lusts are entering into dimensions of positioned pulchritudes.
The eyes of bloom are intensified as the depth of divinity reaches its climax.
Angels begin to witness the appetite humans are given; due to the blessing of attraction and affection.
Targeting the arousal given by the initiation of touch and action harmony is blessed within a sacred union.
Being willing to jeopardize the standards of oath because of the lava in the heart; hears only the sound of heat waves.
Now as the leaves of lust and love are given at the expense of decoration; the ornaments of energy are innuendos of pure caress.
Fulfillment has exhaled the thoughts of opened blossoms; as the bloom has revealed its nature.
Summarized Notion For Thought: The flower teacher has a garden of virginity. It’s sacred.