Loving
Her
Of Friends and Lovers
I wanted more of her, stories slow to form on days the sun shines bright above and waves will dance to the tunes we play. I found wet skin to lure my hands under the waves and tasted years known for friends we cared and loved. But once unwrapped desires tend to grow wild under a touch, a taste of salt on sunburned lips will leave a mark. She still a friend of moments formed of sand and waves, forever be across our skins of secret lovers. HRios
Untamed
Late
Entangled
My Last Lover
To Be There
Lighting Stars
We began- A look can foresee the creation of stars, of where flowers may bloom or the invisible scars which remained after all. All it takes is a word to define how love grows from the smallest of sparks like a bud of a rose. But how silent became once we lighted the flame to consumed all it was. And we left- Time was wrong from the start but how easy to love and to hold, if one night was enough to light stars. - HRios