I have a grip that’s never loose That’s why I always get my goose I dig my claws into your soul Until I’m your silver and gold

I give you an inch You try for a mile I’m glad I spoke up And still made you smile

I stretch your being You respond with shocked intrigue Sparks dance in-between

Somehow when I write It comes out in time Words seem to flow out In a catchy rhyme Things just sorta happen

Always classy Never trashy Kinda sassy Sweet thing Ashley

Working towards Common goals

To see the best of me Play a symphony That moves my feet

I’m not sure how I’ve come this f… From sinking pit to shooting star. Could it be when I loved my scars… Or when I chose to be this bard? Maybe, it happened, as a lark.

If I had one wish And a pound weighed a ton I’d hope you’d know my heart And the extent of my love

I’ve never really cared about me I know I’ll be fine I’m the benchmark of resiliency You’re who’s on my mind

I like to watch... an ant traverse a grass forest a flower unfurl in moonlight a muskrat reap trifolium a leaf quiver in mid-day breeze

I would be the worst Dom Ever. If a Sub said “Here is my being, Do as you like.” Only her pleasure and joy

The only difference Between enlightenment and ignoranc… Is seeing your own magnificence

Martins are a special breed Set apart from rest, indeed Took me in when was in need Of a home and love extreme

Little girls and gay men Love them some Jonathan Can’t reciprocate Wish them a life great