Monday, October 16, 2006

empty bear

Empty starts begin her fate. Stasi and wonderous as the heroine her thighs glide repeatedly his face. Not a simple word, a long wound steadying its pierced perfect mark. Humdinger to a song she hums under her breathing . Mona wreathed her pleading quilt, beggar to his truth. Bearing along his sweet apple . Cider to her finger nailed hands. But not long to his bearing.