Written from a previous idea in Reaching Past What is Present
Relinquishing my thoughts to a cloud of unknown quite to refocus my visionary path into a time of becoming the vigilant wanderer of indescribable emotions that leads me to dare search for a lover. Knowing to question my flesh that epitomizes the demands of my individuality who has the choice of my choosing in the way I would choose. Crossing eons of time lost in the sensual skin of my personal appeal, releasing the most intimate reserves inside myself to awaken and bring to life the breath of my longing to birth in them their pleasures with no promises made, therefore none to break, as the whisper of our kiss lingers only momentarily as the thoughts of a storm cloud gathering rain over a barren, dry valley, where even the most seasoned garden is silently whispering a prayer to a goddess, a person, a passer bye to water its wishes for survival. Reaching past what is presently available into the atmospheres that surround it, pleading for relief and more than a day's satisfaction. Such are my thoughts tonight love, delving into the mind of the unknown world it craves to sate the known world in which it is present to ease the burden of my want and please the unfulfilled queries of my wondering.
