Love Story

The sound of his voice bewitched her senses,

Sweet red wine lingered as she tasted his words,

Love traced the edges of her lips,

She desired his kiss,

She wanted to consume a love story. 

-hope kenyon

The Tides of Passion

The tides of passion have swept me out to sea consuming my heart whole, remnants of my love trail the ocean floor, never to see light again, for I fear sea monsters exist with an appetite to devour hope and I stand fearful once more of love. -hope kenyon

Mother Earth

Love Not Pure

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