Sunday, October 15, 2006


Ample to her breast. Couched by riddle Venus to her swooning.
Gifting to her bearing covering the East side and the North camped out bivouacked of Desire tents Lucifer's brood, the hell-flock rowdy as old get-up lessend but not greater by the One's hang out decided fate uni-verse controlling. Single as we wish are happy givers.

Hold her breath for you to see Anti this zipper glow in the dark sweet sensual to pay for the blossoming . Or wait, you turn you turn the contrail studying its heats, burning off hand palm to craft her upturned gaze. A gauze word worries the least making moment of tempest and tomorrow the storm.

Because she's heard the path, an areoplane flies low to her keen.