Red Roses Wash Over Me

Red roses wash over me with the hunger that devours my essence and sprays the warmth of his and is the realms of my fever. I am deliciously captivated by the aromas of the beast scent that follow my pulverized heart around with the zesty dew of the midnight sky. For the here and after is the precious gift that is offered up to the Lord in homage to my fever that surround my mind with the green waters of the seascape. Where there is a window, there is a door of opportunity to be opened. For I follow your rich melodies that consume my ageless soul with the remembrance of the hour’s creed. For the memories that captivate me are of those when the waves of Creation crashed on top of me and let out a far reaching cry that sung the sweetest melodies up to the heavens. For there is only one wish to be wished upon a star, and that my dear is the song that shall clean out the gutters of your spirit, and drench the eyes of hope with flawlessness.