Thursday, March 11, 2004Warm hypnotic eyes Spilling across the jewels Of her breast pressed against The seam of flesh and cotton She inhales, rib cage colliding Friction and air, new fashion Her make-up is dark, bruised just beneath her eyes She cries, hesitating at first Head pressed against My bony shoulder as though My... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 7:09 PM Comments (1) (permalink) |
