When everything is draped in a dull crimson hue, what is water and what is blood? What is stop, and what is go? Sometimes, love can be very cruel. Blinding. Beautiful as it is and so, so destructive. Where what was once a blooming trust turns to ashes. Beautiful as it is and oft not productive....
Dreams drip from the serenade of her lips. Love speaks in the moonbeams of her eyes. The twinkling dance of her skin radiates a sea of wishes. Destiny prostrates itself before her timelessness. Woman of passion fruit smiles. How I want to travel through your tropic heart.. The jungle of your...