leo nights br are here again br killing me br with the violent winds br of burnt passion br and steeled emotion. br br i fear br the rustling of grass br under my feet br the touch of rain br upon my face br the gentle stroke br of lustful fingers br against my skin. br br would i surrender br my virgin heart br chastened by pasts br long lost among the shadows br of time? br should i stop trying br to save the sunlight br knowing there’s no tomorrow br in the uncertain mists br of now? br br being least and last br is such a terrible feeling. br br the rainbow is pale br amid a hysterical sun br as i watch in quiet abandon br the changing of hues br for the answer br that wouldn’t come.