about
|| info
|| writings || photography ||
credits || host ||
journal || current ||
archives || |
A
poem is never finished, only abandoned. ~Paul Val�ry
|
Desire
moans, sighs, whispers, touches, groans you are flesh in golden delight arms, breasts, legs in velvet covering to touch, to taste, to lick my fantasy, deep inside you are my desire born of night tingles, caresses, sliding smooth to nip, to nibble, to feel you move gasps, pants, tender and rough you are my fantasy come to life
raw || truth |