"..."

I have the desire to write, I have so much to tell, share, give (I'd sell them if I could. rs).
What I do not have?, the will to do so...None, zero, nada, zip.
I've been waiting for the moment: My comeback!
Telling vivid tails with laughters that give color even to an albino.
Of kisses that make even "Gone with the wind" seem - maybe that's to far.
Hands touching flowers so softly, they moan in gratitude.
Smells of fresh baked bread coming out of the hot oven, not even the best incense can survive. Oh that smells so good!
Relaxations that turn ecstasy pills into valium.
Eyes that shine brighter then a star.

If my will wasn't so far..I'd say more than: "..."