Oh I wrote this because of my father. He loves apples and I just HAVE to write about it. It's more like a free verse poetry.

It's about the yummy smell of corn.. YUM

The air lingers there Touching my lips on its way Now breathless I stay

hmm something about matchstick and love..

something inspiring..

this is for my dear mother..

As you draw me in I lie beside you, facing you on your bed as we drift off to sleep you breathe out as I breathe in your breath feels hot in my mouth. I let a small whimper escape;