Tuesday, December 21, 2004Speaking in The StreetsSkin, like a necklace of pearls Wrapped soft and yielding beneath The foundation of stone, man His carnal hunger, prey between teeth Biting the hand that holds him Over the flame, searing the glossy sheen Of perspiration, dripping down the arch Of his nudity, his raw need rising As they collide like... Sign in to see full entry.posted by MiaElla at 10:14 AM Comments (8) (permalink) |
