more nonesense...and bubbles

You were all there 

Till death do us ....continue to love 

But you could not feel my touch 

Yes my touch is define like real in me always

I can play any song of Love 

To you and more

In silence in whispers

In clouds or between 

In your style

"I love you Ophelia".....  In thousands of many ......my words of LoVing you

For Cupid bow is like a broken clue

Touching you like Goddesses

No Queen of Shiba or Angelina..clue

Or Halley Berry Smile

Like raindrops on roses and many punches too..is love

So flick Mr Jones.....,let me love.......pick one?

Twist and turn in your dance ...out of time ...no rhythm

Shh like a quiet fireplace light...... upon your face of ......bubbles ....with warmth of lust in kisses.... licking lips of dialated pupils....freak...creaping

Be silent listen to your pulse.....the heart no longer love......in dust to dust

Zombies desires ....calling ...follow me 

I am your shadow

A mist of needs ....feeling good

Flick no ....

Out .....in......out...i am there

Do you remember when we first kiss.....go away.....chatta...smiles

Ha ha ha .....roses petals dried up with punches of many awareness not paronoid yet. ....tidal flows his death to left alone

Having coffee listen to Ms Brightman.. with Honour

My Honour......suck your tongue...splash

"A poor player ".......fret... if you want too.

Yet i love You......if even for an hour.....struts....my way.