Ten thousand fools proclaim themselves into obscurity, while one wise man forgets himself into immortality. - Martin Luther King Jr.

Rambler sight

Lonesome rambler stands quiet in the midnight hour while subway rolls he is an uncommon rider most wanted life s gambler Around handhold his long white fingers starving for human touch with a body that burns for love inward of slim figure brilliance as a gold She is out there still water that runs deep intoxicated by his hypnotical sway intangible provocateur but in his lion heart she swears He is casual sometimes looking vain but his moist lips would place a seal on hers snatch her warmth into his embrace Ramblers blue eyes revealed worlds inside his aching soul snuggled like a tender bird and somewhere in the blackest night she signals him her intense love light

© llescane


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