A river of murmured wonders, a tempest of unspoken longing, your name drifting through the breath of dreams. Some unseen door opens, and suddenly another reality leans close familiar as moonlight on a remembered path, wild as wonder wandering barefoot through the dark. What moves between us is a fire without flame, haunting and tender, awakening like a familiar mischief, bold enough to trespass through dreaming, lifting the latch on forgotten wonders and inviting the impossible inside then leaving every locked room blooming with possibility ~ Loyla

Our ghosts can tango, but can they fandango? Fast or slow it depends on how far we want to go. Should we take it nice and easy hand in hand moon walking across the sand, or race with the devil, making wicked pleasure our last stand. #FoxProse

Making love for love's sake trying to find the road to happiness, by slowly walking through the erogenous zones with fingers and tongue, searching for the one that feels like home, so I can unpack my pleasures and let my wild heart roam. #FoxProse

Hands guiding Hands, down the paths of one night stands. Lips touching lips tasting the hunger in each kiss, two fallen angels make the same wish to stain the sheets with heaven's bliss, and for a single moment in time two souls become one, and fly on the wings of love #FoxProse

Intricate entanglements of your heart into mine. The high's and the low's that won't let go. The battles fought and won and all the perverted fun when the moon blocked out the rays of the sun, and quantum chromodynamics became the theory of our love. #FoxProse

Wrists bound by ink and poetry chained by the emotions of words, become paper tigers hiding in fine print, searching for lost souls and lonely hearts they can own. Tying love to the rack of Joy's, just to hear their literary screams of write me more. #FoxProse

Our movie starts with credits, of all the unsung heroes who played a supporting role in the story of our life's, because you were the glue that bound two beautiful hearts together in the ceremony of love, so stand up and take a bow and receive your gratitude awards. #FoxProse

Me and the moon we're connected by transitions, for every time the full moon starts to rise I can feel the beast inside of me come out of hive to prowl the night, to fulfill my primordial urges commanded by the lunar phases, making my poetry bleed on dead pages. #FoxProse

Who knows your secrets?has anyone ever found the key to your heart & unlocked the door to see the prisoner of love you keep hidden there? Can I be the one to set it free if I get down on my knees & satisfy the longing found in secret dreams, of love's aching needs? #FoxProse

Your words fall like rain in blissful moaning waves, leaving thoughts I can't explain, making my heart beat to the rhythm of your poetry. Searching each word to see if they reveal my name, looking for gifts of love stained ink you left on page of my soul. #FoxProse @FoxProse

I asked the professor to evaluate my performance he gave me a sly foxy stare the kind the devil gets when he's coming out of an Angel's back door.he said your words are fine for an unitellectualized mind but don't commit any clerical crimes till you learn how to rhyme. #FoxProse

Hidden in plain sight I layed my poetry on the page written with the words of my heart & sprinkled with the stardust of my soul wondering if she could see the love I have for her that won't let go the verses grow longer & my emotions grew stronger when she liked my post #FoxProse

Meet me under the bleachers, where we can become grass root teachers,we can preach the theories of physical entanglements, where hearts are planetary systems revolving around a shiny molten core of love, pulling us into the gravitational fields of pleasure. #FoxProse @FoxProse

In the secrets deep & dark corruption hides in devil's lies. Attention becomes abstract throwing the peace train off the track. The wheels of freedom no longer turn they were melted down to make a funeral urn,as the words of hate never find the love to negotiate. #FoxProse

Leaving coded massages an enigma or so I'm told that's how I wrote my poetry on the page, like Shakespeare acting in a Nostradamus play. The majesty was in the tragedy it was all about the words that you could feel in broken rhyme, reaching out to touch your mind. #FoxProse

There was love's magic in a witch's purse and the power to cast a dreadful curse. She looked into my eyes to see if any jealous ghosts lived inside, but what she saw was a heart clad in dirty armor, and a paladin looking to flirt without causing romance to hurt. #FoxProse

Grain yearns skyward to bloom in the warm rays of the sun. Hearts beat in the joy of love, and packages of kindness arrive just in time to put the words of gratitude into our minds, making stars fall so wishes can make our dreams come true. #FoxProse

On a sea of blissful moaning waves I rode on the dreams of ecstasy, every time I reached out to feel the pleasures of her touch, I felt the waters of her love swirling around, pulling me down, drowning me in the depths of nirvana that my heart has never known before. #FoxProse

Breathe in, Breathe out, exhale and release all of your heart's doubts. Let your poetry flow on the page when your emotions ache to let go. Be the better person and take the high road, so all the stars can admire the beautiful glow, from your halo. #FoxProse