It requires far more genius to make love than to command armies- Ninon de Lenclos

Isle of the sun

where we go
the place we crave
you shine for me
waterfalls of deep blue passion
like the taste of the sweetest fruits
feeding my soul
quenching my thirst
filling the valleys
raging like a storm
ebbing with the tides

nikita

We accept the love we think we deserve

Stolen water is sweet and bread eaten in secret is pleasant. Prov 9.10

Brown sugar in my bowl, sweetness in my soul...

u make me feel

cool breeze
sun shinin on my skin
glowin like warmed honey in the springtime