KatTrain

There is a name that I know,placed lightly on miscarried tonguesand there it lounges faithfully sotill embracing lovers' songs are sung.Often used to bait the weak,known to poison holy breath,a ...

I find creeping, crawling waysto miss the spices of your skinThe aching recipe of your arms,enfolds me in them once again.The passion pains have long since healedyour hair reluctantly, swept ...