Six o’clock in the morning,

a flock of birds chirping across the chilly sky.

The dimming rays of sun is exposed,

peeking through the starburst pink clouds.

Walking towards the balcony overlooking the horizon,

I see the reflection of your precious curves on the stained morning dew glass.

After a late night marathon of love making,

jogging past our favorite checkpoints of the moment,

our race to prosperity and intimate grace has been complete.

For years, I have seen you,
sitting in your black robe stunning.

Running to the beach before sunset,
laying on the black sand kissing.

Missing the guy’s get-together,
watching her dance in her black thong.

Long night of love making,
running my fingers through her black hair.

For years, we been together,
Our dark days are over.

We were together for a while,

seems like an eternity.

Open cases of our stability broken across the floor,

refusing to clean up our mess of disaster.

Leaving the muddle of thoughts rot for months at a time,

the fumes of the lies and deception makes it hard to breathe again.

Tell me the stories of your experiences,

claiming to have a change for the future.

Now tell me the stories of your future plans,

as each day passes you go back to your past.

The false claims of emotion you speak,

goes in and out with a side of a fried broken bond.

Progression is one of the keys of life,

live to learn and learn to forget.

Good memories last forever in the mind,

painful experiences last forever in the soul.

Your name and meaning is crossed of the list of experiences,

transitioning into a next act of the everlasting love play.

It was a new day for me,
a new day for herself,
a new day of heat and passion.

Our first way of interacting,
our first way of interlocking souls.

Her body at stage 1,
after long intimacy, she rose.

Broken her breaking point,
we solved our body’s mystery.

Showed her the path,
Follow my lead.

Our first impression,
High as the sun.

She has awakened from the morning light, blossoming from the ground her smile pure as snow.

Standing tall across the field she sings, graceful praises of the man that made her.

The cool crisp wind brushing against her soft petals, releasing her sexy scent of jasmine and roses.

Her love irresistible and attractive, she will forever be cherished.

Gracious curves all around, by far the prettiest Doamna flame yet.

It expands beyond her boundaries, blazing high towards the sky setting her foundation.

The burning passion in the heat of the moment, the connection between two places never been tighter.

Her touch cures the wound of pain, leading to her exotic voice of healing.

Diana, the Romanian Flame.