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I am mesmerized by the way smoke leaves her ruby lips in wispy tendrils of blue Angel's breath. I die to confess in her presence a love unrequited. My body brimming with Desire reluctantly acquitted. Yearning, aching, burning deep beneath my soul. A fire I cannot control the lust to kiss her sticky lips and touch her sacred temple with untouchable fingertips leading down to slow undress Quietly, secretly blessed by Blue Angel's little death.. I am her undoing Destruction of her feather nothing left against which my dead heart to measure. |
Interesting and somewhat hypnotic. Thanks. Lloyd | Posted on 2017-07-30 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |