A game of wordsa game of sortsa game without spectatorsYou and I are the playersSometimes the eyeshoots the dartssometimes it's fingers brushing again..
Hungerlust on lipslust on the mindcravingdelightfulbeautician's strokeson my face on the beats of musicswinging singinglove pampering myselfno one els..
I lost my dreamso distant it seemsvacant eyessilent criesendless daysrestless phasegaping numbfeeling dumbmyriad huesonly bluesfor me I guessdamsel in..
This book would comprise verses that deals with the sensation of breathing and the images different fragrances conjure up at different moments in my l..
Breathe inBreathe outHe saidlet it pass it will be alrightand then...he was nowhere aroundI scanned everywherein his lair, where we made love but he w..
That shimmery windy nightwhen the world is quietI gazed hastily at the cloudscovered in molten shroudstreams of tear trailing awayto the path it doesn..