Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love: This Morning I am Alive

Thursday, May 14, 2009

This Morning I am Alive

Morning, and the wind is a slap on my sleep clad skin Leaving it rouged and yet alive, screaming with delight At the start of a new day and purring at the caress of the sun. My flesh leaves its doze and the smoky dreams of when She and I would talk and touch and cuddle through the soft night,... Sign in to see full entry.

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