THE JOURNALIST

I think of scenarios and I hope you would be part of it. The danger is that I can't see myself without you. Give me a chance to express how i feel. Baby, the world is our oyster and beneath as is canvas of past devotions. I sense passion from you. Pedals I haven't seen before. Toxins, leaving me wanting more. A piece of cake i haven't shared with you as i notice a smidge of cream on your lip. Lovely fairytales that brighten my mood from time to time while i think to myself what next might catch your attention. Poetry blasts my mind. Can't get you out of my mind. Oceans as deep as they may be and cold but I try to look at how calm and soothing effect they have while you let go of what harm you feel and breathe as you breathe to a new day as your divine presence breaks boundaries only you see. I captured your persona. Magnificent as it may be, I'm still puzzled because it's not like reading a simple book. It consists of in world chapters i haven't read.