You don't really know me.
Y ou don't really know me, but how I love to read your words. They come alive and seduce me, dance in front of me like fire, like a wind that speaks softly in my ear the secrets of the world. Your every word...every thought, is poetry, Like wine, I only desire more of you with each sip. You have become my world.. your skin, the earth.... your thoughts, the seasons..... your eyes, the heavens, it is in you that I feel alive. So write, write my love, and as you do, I will be the one you never knew Sign in to see full entry.