by Amber "V" Moonstone
Juicy, succulent thoughts,
fill my soul,
flood my mind.
flourish deeply within
this questioning heart.
Can I still hold on,
Is there hope for
of the physical nature.
Are all these thoughts,
just a dream,
that will never come to fruision?
Oh, but, they seem so real to me.
You sit on your distant shore,
analyizing my motives,
instead of just feeling my vibrations,
and comprehending only pure intentions.
You have no idea what you are missing,
how easy it would be
to fall into my lucid dreams,
that are filled with love and adoration.
There is a time,
when all good things
may have to come to an end.
hopefully, not before the beginning.
For the beginning is only the beginning,
the middle is the juicy part,
and the end, is the end of life
as we know right now.
Travel toward the safest shore,
that calls upon your energy
to fullfill what destiny has chosen;
begin a new life that is calling you.
Come, now my love,
bask in my glow of love and devotion,
seal this bond with the touch of
perfumed essence from our union.
"Succulent Thoughts" (c) Amber "V" Moonstone