From The Roof Tops
forearms want to connect to hands to earth even ants
in the glass
i close my eyes to see the weather being painted on the sky
did u say giant morbidity of kite blades?
i let your night corridors move up my thighs
in the glass
i close my eyes to see the weather being painted on the sky
did u say giant morbidity of kite blades?
i let your night corridors move up my thighs
posted by Tasha Klein at 12:54 AM
2 Comments:
That last line is the sexiest I've read in a long while. It makes me think of precision and seduction. Hah. ^_^
Cheers.
this blog look cool!erthan ever!
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