for the love of reality, please take those lips away (that form so sweetly form) and those eyes that break the day with light that misleads the morning, my precious love. i dreamt i was in declension (fallen from my prime and old) when my kisses brought again a sealed love, but vanity. i dreamt […]
Month: December 2017
shining the moon on the new river (the madman’s first kiss of the nova) 12012017
my goddess, in all her beauty, drank the entire bottle down and let go of her muse power to feel my pull and my soul. my delicacy was the soft skin between her bosom (where the aching pin pricks of my shadow anchor us as one) where i would lay my face and breathe with […]
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