New passion

Newly met Learning yet Thunder rumbles Lightening strikes Nerve endings raw Pouring down wild and wet Getting  ready getting set Unexpected newly directed Thoroughly affected Passion takes hold unrestrained Nothing about this can be tamed Mind pictures set the flames Until the lust peaks and wanes

Flying High

We are the makers of our fantasies Flying high, bandits at Ten o Clock Bullets ripping into the fuselage  tearing, burning causing  Sensations to build , magnify Words and pictures travelling through the ether   Leading us towards  wildness – this aerial ballet ,as we jockey for position Who will lead, who will follow, who … Continue reading Flying High