Fidel

Your eyes smolder Hidden under locks Of wild curly hair. But I still see Your flirtatious glances And seductive smile That makes me weak And pause in breath In the aim to Forever capture the moment In the event You never look again. Your milk caramel skin And smoothness of face, Boyish innocence yet betraying Steaming desire For my finger tips And the Holy Grail Of my longing kiss, To bring to eruption The gathering lust Of your erection.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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