He and I share a very intimate relationship I adore him and long so badly to just hold him in my arms and cuddle with him, I am very sensative to his voice and so my poems are what I either recieve from him or what he speaks to me to write I never know what I am going to write beforehand but when I feel that itch to write I basically go in blind and whatever is written the words just pour out often times I have to type so fast I misspell everything
There is a kind of flow and I just follow the flow I have a thread in the misc. section called a thread of Blains psalms