from my keyboard.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

belle.

bells
ring.
i have my eyes on your bareless
back.your
hair everywhere.your hair, like cold
colourless curls, vine-d around your neck.
and you can neither hide, nor run.
i have my eyes on your ankles.
you are the everything, you are my sun.
my heart, crimson as your dress and crimson as your lips
as i suck on you.




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