I like playing with fire. It feeds my desires. I am more alive, when I am close to madness. I like playing with fire, Sometime I even tease the flames. The shadows dance around me, they like whispering my name. Oh how I love playing with the fire that awakens my desires of mystical madness of insane love making to my brain. Its a naked … Continue reading I like playing with fire.

  I Miss the darkness of the night with only the moons light. I crave the stillness of the late hour. I miss bathing in the cool breeze, that showers my soul with a calm softness that tickles my skin. I long for the night that quiets my mind. When the moon is high that’s when I come alive. That is my safe place, my … Continue reading Stillness late hour

  Most people are afraid of the unknown, it’s scary and you don’t know what will happen. But then there is some that are more open to the unknown. We want and need security and most clarity to feel safe. But to settle for second best only because it’s easier is not a happy life at all. When you let go and take on the … Continue reading The Unknown

  I never used to think about anything or anyone when it rains, I only use to enjoy the feeling and the smell of the wetness in the air, I used to wish for rain to fall for days, just to feel what I feel when it does. But I think about you now when there are clouds, I think about you when the rain … Continue reading Never use to think about anything when it rained.

    Whispers, against my skin as the wind, kisses me softly. Close your eyes, you are safe, Let go, And I will protect you. One single tear falls from my eyes, I shiver from the cold wetness on my cheeks. Take me away, even for just one second. I beg. Whispers of soft kindness and secure embrace, I listen like a child, I do … Continue reading Whispers

  Blou oog kind Soveel keer is jou hartjie vermink, Deur pappa se lee beloftes, wat soos swaar klippe in die water sink. Jou traantjies is warm op jou gesiggie, reguit uit jou warm borsie. Troos ek weer jou hartseer woede, en maak weer reg die deur koesyne. Almal het pappas, wat langs die veld vir hulle wag, met mooi seun woorde en lag. Dis … Continue reading Hartseer woede

There is a magical place between your soul and the cells in your body, even your shadow is invited. It’s like you are wrapped in a cloud, it moves every thing inside you, its notes of a natural high. There is a place inbetween bodies that can block the world out for a little wile. That feeling only happens when that one song is let … Continue reading P.S I love you