Quite Something
She could sense everything Throughout the aether From ear to eternity’s horizon, To the Empyrian Gate. And consequently . . …
Tag Archives: And when your fingers find her She drowns you in her body Carving deep blue ripples In the tissues of your mind
It. Will. Out.
The writer leans back; a slow arching of spine, Burning shoulders pressed deep, with a sigh and a whine To …
Esmeralda and The Cloud 