She screamed and cried

nothing could compare to saying goodbye

The wind dried the tears

but left the fears

She screamed and cried

she was scared, but she tried

the ghost of death

clung to the air

this was the last affair

she screamed and she cried

life could not be the same with out nine

the roses had withered

her companions time was accomplished....

I needed his touch. I craved the sensation that would overcome me as he held me. His dirt brown eyes burned holes in my heart. Holes that could only be filled with his touch.

His hands left footprints on my body. Our DNA merged almost as if bonded by chemicals.

Everything about him called my name. Almost as if he was made for loving me.

His love shot my heart like those on achilles...