fire opal
no holding back
squatter's ritual
between her v - fly the geese gone
feather of an earring happening on your
watch I wear her hole piercing your orgasm
you give to her - mother of pearl under your nose
hobnail the color
of rust incorporated
I've always loved the hair
above the horse's hoof the fetlock
she wears you well around her neck
inspired alloy or is that alibi where copper turns wives
...and fire in its unmodified
version hammers the anvil of truth - introspection
does it burn inside of you
The words spill out like a rush to satisfaction. I love the urgency here. Passion is like that. It doesn't stay still until it's time you know. Good write Sage. Bob
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
A young technician mourns his lover until he meets another man - a man with a secret. But there are other secrets as a jealous ghost returns to protect his turf.
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pagan high rise bonfire logs
let's celebrate xx
Copper Menorah & Beeswax Candles
The Fires are Lit
Vickie
enjoyable reading
peace be with you
William