here in this place the walls are too thindreams are elusiveat the end of reflectionon the shores of entropythe bottle has brokenthe promises it madeov..
hesitant morningsilver light through dirty glassshe rises a breathbare feet whisperon cold hardwoodwaking eye followsher ivory form moving in silencet..
in blue filtered nylon lighthis cheek rests in downy hollowof her lower backa gentle movement of his lipstentative a teasing tonguetickled she turnswo..
your tonguestrawberry and pinkcunning and quickflicked out then you madea disparaging commentthe size of my ballsbeing that of two peasangry and redi ..
i just need a smallparcel of timeit will take me some daysto make this transitionit is not my intentionto make this harder for youbut it has been many..