Jace Everett "Bad Things" #MUSICVIDEO w/A Wild Beast #POETRY #DianaMarySharptonPhotography4/10/2015 ![]() Introduction: “There was always a way, when one knew what one wanted.” ~ Donna Woolfolk Cross Photography by Diana Mary Sharpton titled "Intensity" I am feeling this music sung by the amazing Jace Everett and titled “Bad Things”. There is really not much to say, other than it has been a God awful work week and I expect it to get worst, next week. Too many projects, over exuberant supervisor and deadlines that are dealt out in whiplash format. A Wild Beast She sees effects through the tint of rose, a yellowish haze persists, but never unfolds. Compelled to pursue, detain or endure, in a desert landscape which is seamlessly demure. A vantage point five feet above ground, Skin bristled in scales with no ability to frown. An erotic beauty with the heart of a wild beast, in season; ready for him she feverishly seeks. Standing slightly to touch a gentle wind, She whiffs the musk oozing from his skin. A rage in her body electrocutes cells and grows, into a hormonal violence instinctively he’ll control. She takes a sharp left in her journey, next. There he awaits, engorged; it's what she expects. Diana Mary Sharpton ~ ©All Rights Reserve 2015 A Rock & Roll genre, definitely. The video was published on Dec 19, 2013 by JaceEverettVEVO . Remember music is a language and these are my thoughts tonight... Now, Sugar this song and poem are all about the hunt and the hunted. I think about it all the time… This said, it's all about one's desire, passion and love that is namely for you... I hope you like this selection and have a blessed evening or morning. Thank you for your continued support. Peace and Love always Diana Mary Sharpton Diana Mary Sharpton ~ Poetry & Photography ©All Rights Reserve 2017 Contact: DianaMSharpton@Gmail.com
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