Mystique is a softly dropped heaven with its intimate brushing the notes of the wind will spin a soul of a woman driven full with roseate hushing smooth like honey-ice within For it is only the breeze and she mothering those who feel her ribbon of dainty flame etched in each silken melody where a fluorescent whisper hovers the abode of her name

Like a ship upon the storm-tossed sea Destined to be cast to and fro. One day tribulations shall seek us out, And then my awful terror will grow. But why need I fear or tremble? E'en though I be plunged into the abyss. I know the day will surely arrive, That you'd come and rescue me with a kiss. For you have always been my anchor, Amidst the dreadful tempest and calm. And whilst I dwell in your loving arms, I know you'll...

I stand against the wall, my fingers tracing the cracks, counting down from ten, my voice a whisper in the dusk. Behind me, my sisters watch, their eyes wide with disbelief, as if I've lost my mind, in this game that knows no grief. "Ten," I start, my voice echoing in the hollow room, "eight, seven," I continue, feeling the weight of gloom. They see me as a specter, lost in an endless play, unknowing that my search for he...

At the dawn of my life, I saw him appear, like a prince from a story, but not quite sincere. His smile, a beacon in my sea of despair, promised love that would last, an eternal affair. I saw him as perfect, my other half, but in the end, he was my sorrow, my staff. He spoke words that the wind just blew away, empty promises that time would decay. His eyes, mirrors to a soul I didn't know, now I see, at their core, decepti...

I look for love. I seek out love in all the places I know. Love eludes me. Where will I find love. I want love of the heart. I want love of the soul. I am empty without it. I want you to love my heart. I need you to want my soul. Love find me. I am here love. See me.

In quiet moments when you turn my way, With shy glances that brighten up my day, I see the spark beneath those lashes low, A warmth you hide, but somehow still shows. I watch you study with such careful grace, Soft strands fall as you tuck them into place. And though you play it calm, I feel your fire, A quiet, fierce, and brilliant desire. You’re more than princess tales, or songs you sing, More than lavender hues and bl...

Sleep falls gently from my eyes And with a yawn, I glance at you Already seated beside that dressing table Once more wearing that false, sweet smile. 'How early this time, did you rise?' To sit and pout before that mirror Whilst night and stars still flee to day Even bird songs have yet to hail the dawn. For far too long, I've held my peace So, I furrow my brow and frown at you. You turn then pause and inquire of me, “Wha...

The scent of rose bergamot fills the air. You lay in the hot clear bathwater, as you give me a seductive stare. I kneel and raise the wine glass over the flickering candles on the side of the bath, You place the glass against your glossy pink lips as my eyes widen, gazing at your luscious breasts and hips, you greet me with a seductive laugh. I slowly undress to join you, your eyes fixed on my muscular chest. Your eyes tr...