You give me a fistful pain,i shall sell you some dreams;
dreams in red, blue, green. which one you need, dear soul?
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Lust
"You" being the inevitable essence of my beingness, ample convulsively as a lust that blossoms pink and soft to sustain the dew smoldering over YoUR Rosy Lips.
No comments:
Post a Comment