Virginia Alison

Basically, writers write because they have something to say...Everyone has a story in them, writers merely decide to share it with the world...

Beneath the moons' shadowscape, wisdom, women, whiskey and you are a dangerous and provocative combination...

Her endless, futile attempts to make her feelings known fell on stony ground. Slowly she retreated into the darkness where her dreams became reality and reality faded into the deep recesses of her soul....

I am wild, untameable, the storm and the eye withinAn unpredictable gypsy, with passion beyond your wildest dreamsand unquenchable desiresfor you and you alone...Persistent and fiercely loyal, today I choose to be all of theseand more_Will you still be here tomorrow?

And somewhere amidst the storm raging inside, between the twilight of lust and desire, entwined within the whirlwind of swirling emotions, it happened. In one lightning strike, the illusion crumbled. For I realised the naked truth...

Life is what it is...And even without having everything you desire...It is still gloriously beautiful...

I want your scent to intoxicate my passions to the point where lust is merely a word, dancing upon our flames of desire...

I have had you in my life for so long, I want to know when the dream ends and the fairy-tale begins...

Solitude, a time for memories, a time to dream, a time for passions to simmer quietly in the dark recesses of the mind, eager to fly yet merely reflections in the minds eye...

...and the day will come...Maybe not tomorrow maybe not next week but it will come nevertheless, when you awaken and realise, it just a foolishly beautiful dream...

We, as women, have this slight flaw. Yes, admitting it, we are flawed with a faultless memory in regards to the good and bad in men...Stored within our memory banks is every loving gesture and sugar coated word, thoughtful moments, places, arguments, indiscretions, lies all catalogued, timed and dated...The list, for us, is endless...It is not our fault...You give us so much to remember...

You are important to this earth. If you were meant to journey alone, you would not have friends...

She blows kisses to the one who danced through her dreams and leaves a trail of moon dust on her heart...

Surprises are one of the secrets of a good relationship. Find someone who, out of the blue, will grab you, and a blanket, take you to a secluded spot and canoodle as the sun rises...

When silence greets you, listen for those powerful words lost within the void of reason...

In this delicate and unpredictable life, the future is unwritten. Do not take someone for granted today, for once tomorrow dawns upon the indigo night the only remaining trace will be tracks in the sand...

Only fate would decree how it reached its destiny, which always waited just around the corner, over the hill...

Love is waiting, just around the corner, over the hill...