The night covers the day sky that shed the color purple gray, holding on to the faded full moon along with the essence your eyes lock and entrap me with the darts so I serve you the satisfaction of a silky rose. I pick your head off the floor and let the water outside drop across your tender highlights as I undress you with a pampering of mystery, lipping your peaks. I forward my liking for your sugary taste with liquid company from my mouth as I suckle on your nectarine flavor. I kiss the innocense of the night that was with you laying down next to me with a smile because you were my sweet dream even for just one night and you left me greedy for more. Sweet dreams. Come again
Perry Conners, Arizona tycoon and soon-to-be politician, can't sleep or make love anymore, and he's losing all sense of reality. Is it the Devil's fault?
This is your journal, for your writing. An interactive journal with historical tidbits designed to nurture creativity and self-motivation, features one side for drawings, sketches, or pasting personal pictures, and the other side lined for notes or j