triggerfingerxx

Belabor has become of me. Derailed imaginations spark felicitously in my wooly-cotton conscience that cadence down to my feet in sundered patterns. Ink. Drips. Down. Echo. The shattered glass writhes ...

Oh white castles and murder Take me in as our sins wash away our sanity Lust broken into writhed glass Our love, a toxic muse. I lay on the floor ...

Your chestnut locks illuminate in the sun For everything is perfect, for our eclipse has begun. Let's paint the sky with comets and rays let's do this forever, into infinite ...

So dear, Come sit with me, Let’s talk. How about we converse in body language, The Esperanto of sexuality. Show me those hips, hun, Show me how you move them, ...