My Collection

The smell of the rain is intoxicating;

can almost feel it from its sweet fragrant scent

the deep, the dampen dew

clinging onto me, filling my lungs and my mind with it,

filling my thoughts and my senses,

Much how I smell you;

My prized star, among my collection,

I can feel you through the smell,

I hear your sound,

I can sense you through the scream

I know its yours,

I know your sweet howl anywhere,

I know your sound, I know your smell,

your fear is so ripe and beautiful too me;

I can taste its sweet sweet release the moment it opens unto me,

Just mine, no one else can bring it out of you

not like I can, my precious Angel Doll,

You’re MINE; No One Else must have it… for it is mine, its mine, forever and ever, AMEN…

Oooh, the games I want to play only when it rains;