81.

Too often love is
used as a curse instead of
a hopeful blessing.

80.

Sometimes those bottles
are only illusions to
an empty symptom.

79.

Smoke wafts up like wraiths
in the sky, lighting up their
passion in fire.

78.

The way he bends and
writhes beneath the ropes tying
him before me, woos.

77.

The soft expulsion
of her breath teases my mouth
into surrender.

76.

Rationality
tends to escape when it comes
down to emotions.

75.

We're all somebody's
ghost. So keep loving fine lines
for some company.