Im sure she knows that of her Manuka I want more than just a spoon.

We all get crushed every now and again, but even the finest wine was a humble grape that was stepped on, squeezed and drained. We need the pressures of life to sweeten our vintage.

Notorious B.I.G

Don't get caught in the twinkle of my eye, Or the curve of my smile, I'm a lustful beast Yes, the flesh is weak, But i bear a heart strong enough to prepare you If our tongues do meet. It will be an intoxicating ballad Nothing but the music of our voices Marrying each other with near perfect cohesion Always knowing what to say, and when to say nothing Cementing a stubborn veil Carefully crafting callous Arrowed words Tipped with brightly polished barbs of steel I'm equipped, My eyes attentively read the subtle changes as to how you feel Don't get caught, Please don't got caught, Trying to figure out if i could be more than a simple thrill, I thrive for the hunt though truthfully lately i haven't had to chase my eyes are known to scan the soft rhythmic elevation of your soul's chamber wondering if i really have what it takes to pick it's lock, and undress your innocence until all that is left is raw naked truth with skin reminiscent and fragrant of warm melted coco A body smoothly cut and curved like soft ebony dunes hmmmmm what am i to do with you? As if caught in a trance your palace of torso and limbs will undulate across the room I've seen how this course starts, sweet our teasing dessert is eclipsed in darkness as we lay in spoon, i'm not interested in pedestals and poll positions I just want to see how your body quivers under the pale light of the moon I've warned you... Don't get caught...... Please don't get caught

So it's my duty to live a life that's full so I may return to the Earth Hollow

It's nearly 3 years ago, There's an October chill in the air, And a Plethora of flying excitement, The familiars and i getting ready to ridicule our livers, by the bar dressed in the freshest threads purchased that day, We became the nista's at night, Transparent liquid fire shots took flight down gullets, As a sea of fades mohawks and mullets sway through the waves of bass and treble, reveling in the primal attachment to the opposite, the music plays, my mind waves as eyes scan physiques and torso's, Heated bodies bump and grind to the beats on the dance floor, 2nd bottle in i'm lost right now, battling urges to set flame to the past, as my tongue dances with an old ember of my heart, Looking back, tonight was all down hill from the start, Where was I? 3rd Bottle down and amidst a sea of smiles and frowns, frocks jeans and gowns the House sounds took control, weaving melodies hypnotizing my energy into drunken appreciation, Black Coffee and Bucie rifts deeper the grip transforms the face i'm making..... You know that 2 finger gun salute, as soles boot the linoleum, As if in my mind i'm dancing alone in the middle of a Colosseum Emperorish temperament led to the next set of sentences to sound like a cheddarish line like "Looking at you i know where Heaven went" or "Can I buy you a drink" whilst carefully counting up the money i'd spent, 5th Bottle down and amidst the crowd i heard the sound of my name, dragged to the back where it was revealed that a friend lacked the faculty of mind to remain tame, quickly acquiring a couple drips of water for her to sip in the hope that the alcoholic dragon in her belly would be slain Slain it was I helped her up, she gave me a hug and i was off, back in the sea of bodies Crashing liquor against Enamel rocks, entranced by the music's siren sound, like sand under my feet my footsteps became coarse, as the direction of my steps led me to the shores of my brandy induced wave, but my islands, those with a familiar face, weren't in sight, confusion drifting i took steps to a familiar place, anxiety quickly evolved into a fanatical rage, The scene was set and yet all felt so surreal, my gut told me that this deeper feel, wasn't unfounded, a few moments passed, and then i was surrounded by the faces i sought, one was missing so of course i inquired, was told to make haste to the hospital on the way pray God doesn't call back our sister, and like that i was off, the gravity of the situation weighed down on my Atlas shoulders, as fatigue made my pace slower and slower, nausea took residence in my throat lumps felt like boulders, the morning that much colder, waves of emotions brought me back to sober, It was in the dying embers of the night that my Sister took flight, All i remember was seeing the Sunrise spark the new day, It was then that i knew some how some way she was still watching, Still does to this day so in every laugh and tear, I'm comforted for i know she remains near, But if I could i would trade my life because Angels like her are needed to remain here