In the folds of the hillsand hollowsof my mind,I remember a timewhen you were free. You were of the sweetest colorknown to me.No man could catch you;I..
That curving spacebetween her breasts,a perfect place for my chin to restas I dreamt a scene along the Seineof the perfect breasts of my sweet Pauline..
I'm not typically into writing dark, but wanted to try something different. For some reason, wasps have always struck me as having a dark, evil side ..
Alone in his dark apartmentblack dog asleepthe sound of children playingin the street outside his window-children of color, his housekeeper says,not q..