Blue-Eyed-Wolf

A dark night, a lonely girl traveling down a narrow alley in the back streets of London. London, an old town and a place full of memories, somewhere that you can find whatever you're looking for if you look hard enough. She seems to be looking for something or else for someone in  particular, and me, well I'm just enjoying watching that woman's form move down the alley from my perch on the second floor ledge of the roof. She is dressed in brown leather pants with matching boots that have a 4 inch heel and a tight black v-neck tank top showing off her full breasts and generous cleavage, the colors she chose to wear flaunting her caramel skin a

You… how do I describe this one who pervades my dreams, and peppers my thoughts? How is it that she is who she is? She cares none for skin pigment, the colors matter not to her. She loves me despite the fact that I am who I am, and loves me I think because I am who I am. I cannot describe to you, this cherub that I know, you would just have to meet her and find out yourself. She is an elf, and an imp by nature, prone to wreaking havoc on mortal men. She can bring you up from a depressed state, like she was picking up a simple piece of paper that had fallen lightly from its place. She knows not how much she matters to me, nor how much she

How to write out with mere keystrokes the very thoughts that rest not just in my heart but in my soul? How do I express to this woman that I know that I love her and how without starting a relationship to I prove to her that I am committed to her? This is my December This is my time of the year This is my December This is all so clear This is my December This is my snow covered home This is my December This is me alone The words sing song along to the sound of the tech pad and other instruments in the background and remind me of everything that I have been through with and for and because of this woman. I stand here knowing that my e