...to scream of that kind of magick...

such powerful raw silk.
hovering between
honey suckled flesh
and galactic eyes,
a buffet for the hunger in my throat.

You asked of me
how the moon tasted...
w/ the opal stars as your lips,
and the crescent moon your feminine
outline,
I have yet the pleasure
of your soft light
to grace my taste buds.

mouthwatering...

09/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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