When passion sings in the night


To his tender kiss, I surrender

The delight of his touch incite a craving for more

He opened his soul as he explore, holding nothing back

I felt his unspoken thoughts as he caresses me

The touch of his warm lips, like a paint brush painting my body in passion

How beautiful I felt in arms.

His soul echoed what my heart has yearned for, oneness

As I fell asleep I can hear the softness of passion singing in the night and

It lingers in my dream, reminding me of what it felt like to be caress by the soul of a man.

Micheline Jean Louis

Painting by R.Young



Every day I get better and better in my craft, only because I keep at it, letting my creativity find its own identity, I’ve learned to surrender to its voice, I’ve allowed creativity total control, Even when I don’t feel like writing or feel inspire to write, I don’t deny creativity entrance, only because it is passion, to which I’m very grateful too.  I’m humble by the realization my passion to write, to paint with words, to some degree has a better control over me than I do over it, which gives me a greater courage to stay focus and consistent. Our creativity are tools God uses to express his love and we mustn’t deny him that.

Micheline Jean Louis