Mysterious Black Roses
By Lance McNack

Damn I’ve met a fine, classy, sexy young lady. Happiness has returned and my mind frame has become...optimistic, to say the least.
Yes, like the Tower of Babel, and like the Roman Empire, our love will stand the test of time, ruined only by volcanic ash or should our fair lady death asks to take one of us to Athens...that mystical and majestic metropolis designed for mortals like you and I...
Mahogany wood, incense and seven candles create an interesting scent; I eat the honey dew, off of you, as usual. My allegiance is to our love, and the hate that we share for those that we shall do harm. How vile of me...
Roses; Black... Mysterious and mystical with thick thorns and crystals gleaming like morning dew on the leaves. Do you love me? You said you did under the bridge...
Love & hate, life & death, day &night; Babylon has fallen and the empire is in ruins. Pompeii is under the ashes of the wake. Israel is divided into twelve tribes. But you and I are still here. A phenomenon of it’s own but dreams shared nonetheless.
Captivating you are. Sporadic moronic tendencies and a vile attitude only a few of your many sexy attributes. Witty and intelligent, wicked and self centered, I will forever dwell in your presence. Psychosomatic...?