Writing

Touching, tasting, mesmerized by the memories of sweet indulgence, or what seemed to be. Bitter tastes of appetites for the internal vices we live..

Concupiscent The litheness of fingertips employ me, like the rosined bow to a Stradivarius. ..

Curiosity is a wonderful tool.

Just something that popped into my head after watching a really good movie.

A poem of unneeded self indulgence.

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