He was her dark lover.
He came to her in the darkness of the night.
He left her breathless.
He left her satisfied beyond what was natural.
Never had a man set her veins on fire
with unbridled passion and lust.
He was her dark lover.
How she looked forward to
the darkness of the night.
Kimber Michaela 2014
A journal by Kevin Creekman
wishes...wonders...words
Rise and Shine :)
A Personified Narrative
Staying Positive
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
constantly searching for my next adventure
Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry.
My Words~My Passion
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A girl's journey to finding herself.
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
DIFFERENT NOT BROKEN
Take a Walk on the Wild Side
