All women are lifelong members of the Secret Service…So, if you must lie, better make sure you cover your tracks because there is no such thing as a ‘dumb blonde’…
The night it fallsThe stars shine throughThe inky blackThat is the cueFor plot demandsThat dreams be sownThe fantasies I have aloneThe words come fastThey flow like wineI am the midnight writer…
Brushing the clouds away from my eyes, I see clarity in the raindrop and beauty in the first ray of morning sun…Life is strange and wondrous…
Love does not broadcast its arrival, it just creeps up and envelops your soul when you least expect it. It is up to you whether you welcome or fight it, but one thing is for sure…It will get you in the end…
You are the oxygen that inflames the lust in my soul…
Passion drove her deeper, into the abyss beneath his skin where she mapped his soul to the dance of his heartbeat…
A timeless energy encircles the world, drawing humanity into its grasp, eternally swirling, pulling souls together, tearing them apart in the eternal struggle of love, life and loss…
The silence of a wounded soul roars louder than any tempest…
Within the eye, mysteries of the soul burn deeply beneath the fiery chasms of love and patiently wait for an awakening …
A time when sky blue love bids farewell to the day and before dusk falls, the sunset ignites the smouldering embers of the moonlit soul…
Every damaged soul deserves the chance to love again.
Knowing when you should weigh up your options, remain calm and not take everything at face value has certain benefitsEnding the day with with a peaceful soul is one…
A woman’s strength comes from finding solace in peace and earning respect in silence…
Silence is a time of reflection to bring peace and meaning to your life, and to those around you. This deafening quiescence will mean different things to different people but if they listen carefully, they will understand…
Loving passionately, loving fiercely, loving and taking both good and bad, and at times, the damn near impossible, provides sweet chaos, fueling the pitter patter of the heart…
There is a waterfall in every dream. Cool and crystal clear, it falls gently on the sleeper, cleansing the mind and soothing the soul.
Ignore the world when it forgets to tell you that you are beautiful…A goddess needs no reminding…
Do no drown me with mediocrity, give me passion, desire, make me inhale breaths of lust and love in the dark hours that tingle down my spine…
Woman cannot survive on droplets, she requires waves to regularly crash over her shores as the moon gives way to the sun…
So black is my heart for it is buried in the fiery chasm of untameable passion. It beats in the dark recesses of unquenchable thirst for love and desire from which there is no return…
Do not fear the fire within you, burning brighter than any star it attracts only those whose flame feeds off the very air that you breathe. Let passion be the inferno that engulfs your soul.
Even the moon cannot escape your intoxicating charms…
It is when I find my soul is lost and lustfully wandering betwixt heaven and hell, and in that moment of spiritual bliss when the chances of recovering from falling into the sexual abyss are zero…I find the odds extremely appealing….
The journey may be fraught with challenges, yet it continues, for even the smallest leaf must embrace destiny…Persistence is the key…
Even the dry and dusty arid desert air could not get her sweet perfume out of his nostrils. That one night was all it took. She stole his heart; he could do nothing about it, but accept his fate.
Only fate would decree how it reached its destiny, which always waited just around the corner, over the hill…
Love is waiting, just around the corner, over the hill…
In this delicate and unpredictable life, the future is unwritten. Do not take someone for granted today, for once tomorrow dawns upon the indigo night the only remaining trace will be tracks in the sand…
When silence greets you, listen for those powerful words lost within the void of reason…
Surprises are one of the secrets of a good relationship. Find someone who, out of the blue, will grab you, and a blanket, take you to a secluded spot and canoodle as the sun rises…
She blows kisses to the one who danced through her dreams and leaves a trail of moon dust on her heart…
You are important to this earth. If you were meant to journey alone, you would not have friends…
I have had you in my life for so long, I want to know when the dream ends and the fairy-tale begins…
Solitude, a time for memories, a time to dream, a time for passions to simmer quietly in the dark recesses of the mind, eager to fly yet merely reflections in the minds eye…
…and the day will come…Maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but it will come nevertheless, when you awaken and realise, it just a foolishly beautiful dream…
I want your scent to intoxicate my passions to the point where lust is merely a word, dancing upon our flames of desire…
Life is what it is…And even without having everything you desire…It is still gloriously beautiful…
And somewhere amidst the storm raging inside, between the twilight of lust and desire, entwined within the whirlwind of swirling emotions, it happened. In one lightning strike, the illusion crumbled. For I realised the naked truth…
Beneath the moons’ shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination…
Her endless, futile attempts to make her feelings known fell on stony ground. Slowly she retreated into the darkness where her dreams became reality and reality faded into the deep recesses of her soul….
Basically, writers write because they have something to say…Everyone has a story in them, writers merely decide to share it with the world…
Her capacity for love overshadows the stars, lightening crackles malevolently in the wake of her wrath and for all the tangled mess woman brings to man, in her glory, she is the divine Goddess.
There is nothing so cunning as tangled deception. If you wish to seek out the truth, first uncover the lies that surround the illusion…
It’s not the lies he tells, it’s the seductive way in which he persuades you they are not true.
Silence is where my demons lurk, taunting me endlessly day after day until the end of time…yet still I wait, revelling in their company…
Savage and unpredictable, a woman, like the sea, takes what she wants and spits the remains back into the boiling cauldron of humanity …
When distrust is so profound that it makes you wary of every word dripping from honeyed lips…It sharpens your instincts…Now for a woman, THAT is a powerful weapon…
Gazing out from the mountains, the clouds are whiter, the sky is bluer, the air seeping into your lungs is as clear as the water roaring down from the snow, melting on the high peaks. A place where heaven is a little closer.
My happiness is not free to everyone…Abuse my smile and it will cost you…
If simply through talking we are this good at sexless foreplay, imagine, if you will, what ecstasy awaits in our first kiss…
If you are not appetisers, main course and dessert, you are dating the wrong diner…
When frustrated and weary take time to accept that there is no such thing as an insurmountable mountain…You merely have to find the right path…
Your path is not my path. Should we meet at the crossroads and ye be a friend, tarry a while, drink some wine and let us laugh for a while. If ye be foe, continue on your merry way and may our paths never cross again.
Take the road less travelled. Get lost if you must, because only in losing yourself will you find your true path…
I will meet you where moon shines down upon our naked, writhing bodies, undulating together in a moment, which brings ecstasy to entwined hearts, beating as one…
My preferences range from the gutter-like to the idyllically sublime, ideally with you roaming the range beside me…
She did not care where he was or how she was going to find him, all she knew is the reward would be worth it…however, alive, kicking and raring to go would be preferable
If I had wanted to be a pawn in a game, I would have taken up chess…
A hint of jealously once in a while is not only natural but a compliment therefore, always smile and accept it graciously for it shows they care…
Stupidity is not my forté however, there is immense entertainment value in playing the dumb blonde…
I earned the right not to compete for a man.He wants me… Or… She is welcome to him…