Purple Hills

Upon purple hills laced with orchids, our bodies entwined, waters flowing rapid. Heated by the sun, we created fuel when we made love. Heavy breathing, heart’s beating, together we sing songs sweetly. Fulfilling desires, tenderly healing heartbreaks from the past. Love is fuel that is never ending. Even if time stops, love lasts.


Blue Mountain

Under the blue moon there was a peak, seen clear through a cloud. 6000 feet in the sky, a blue mountain rose above the golden fields. Out shone a star twinkling in the night, brighter than any seen on the darkest of new moons. Draped in blue and translucent, it’s warm and loving light radiated through the night.