inside the depths of soul

a weeping willow withers

despair holds on to is heart

in finding the perfect bloom in reach

to soothe its lonely parts

broken by the whistling wind

howling out its sadness

the leaves sway and fall

adding weighted quip to its tears

its sways and crys its lonely song

in hope to find its fate.

 

( the weeping willow)

 

 

Passionate breath escapes thier lips

bodies entwined taboo

liquid salty sweat drips down every cur

within ach heart beat pulses exctasy

as the minutes tick

thrusting forth a grip and pull

a grunted expression

and sighed release

arched she murmurs

a cry of passions exctacy

a shout into the starry sky

and flowing , moaning,

 a breath escapes

and the world is new again.