All the sounds come rushing back like waves at high tide... (There will be a second version called "The Masculine - Challenge Accepted"...Same topic, semi-comical.)

The clouds, they mourn, take away the sky's blue... (Written for a friend when she was going through a hard time in her life.)

The swarm of fantasies for sweet November...They tease and taunt me...

A symphony of the flesh, and a melody of the soul...

Get these errant thoughts out of my head, before my head hits the bed.

A tender trailing touch, ghosting on my skin.

I want to feel your touch spreading across my skin.

On my soul - don't go away.

As the lights, they fade away, my fate has gone, its debt to pay.

Don't think, just do, and kiss me please.

Like a victorian posy, graceful and spry....

Her voice is like a symphony, sung only for me. (Never decided whether to call this a song or if it was just a poem.)

I slowly start to die inside, nothing is fake but my smile.

Only you are my brightly shining star.

Black blooming roses encompass my face.

The warm sun lets me come undone.

Finally I find my solace, my peace of mind.

Two versions of the same twisted fate - one of agony, and one of joy.

Sinking slowly, a hitch of my breath...

Something so pure, how could I corrupt?