"When you write on a piece of paper there is an inexplicably magical moment when the pen hits the paper. It is as if your blood is drained from those ..
Staring into deep...imperceptibly deeper than I find myselfanywhere else as you look at me in the eye.Precociously desiring I carve my fingers to know..
My eyes rapidly blinking I open them as you are there...sleeping...chilled...and...snoring...okay quietly snoring.I look downblack ooze, brown ooze an..
I can't get to sleep,I thought about you right here.Staring into my tall mirror I conduct the music notes in my head.Each one passing a beat, a rhythm..
Close the windows,Bar the blinds,Batten those hatches,Are you ready?Starvation has me sated all these years,All that pestilence has me craving me for ..
I have feelings for you,but the moment I start describing themI want you to just close your eyes.No peeking.For what I am about to tell you...you will..