I have tasted the highest joy…all encompassing love.
— E.M.M.
His eyes like heaven, beckoned her to another world, his smile was intoxication, his dark hair rolled like a stormy sea and made her long to travel to where ever it may lead.
— E.M.M.
It was the sweetest passion, the sort that brings an ache, a great longing, a tear to be kept in a tear bottle.
— E.M.M.
The deep red of her dress was startling against the whiteness of her skin… it mimicked the wine hue of her kiss.
— E.M.M.
The heavy curtains, deep red and gold, languidly lay their velvety cloak over the window as the soft golden light gently washed in. Like candle light it was, the atmosphere sweet and thick.
— E.M.M. (Me)
They were light and shadow together, dawn and dusk, music and mist. There was an understanding, and a mystery, there was the sweetest comfort of an old tune….. and the fire of adventure.
— E.M.M.
… it must be told on only the darkest nights by the coziest fires and only to the most deserving.
— E.M.M. (Me)
I feel so open…can’t stop my shame from showing…can’t stop my blood from flowing.
— E.M.M. (me)
