a breathless caress drowns ebbing fear growing haplessly inward, juxtaposing kisses lightly misted; never oppressive, pensively quelling reminiscent shyness, tarried until veneration waits x-cluding yearning: zenith.
10/16/2003
Author's Note: my first abecedarian...
Posted on 10/16/2003Copyright © 2024 Lindsay Sanders
a beautiful entrance into this form. this is stunning, and flows so well.
I agree; a masterful manipulation of this form.
well-done ::applauds wildly::