gobbling up darkness with mouthfuls of kindness he breathed in the savagery around him having grown tired of fearing it
the shield of unbearable lightness which was his being knew better than what the front pages were telling him despite the doubt and cataclysmic prophecies of his material mind
the curves in her body revealed the delicacy in the hand of God and her beauty broke down any hope of maintaining sanity because he would go to great lengths to touch the Eternal Sublime hiding beneath the artistry of deception and fulfillment
with an ancient rhythm and ferocious devotion he lulled into the swell of battle against the elusive unattainable swearing that he would not stop until the prize was won.
why not?
Posted - Mar 02 2014 : 10:41:59 AM
