| this shooting star you can ride until it burns away in a spoonful of red sorbet something painted on every side.
I suspect I'll think of this every time I eat red sorbet. :)
I know this because Tyler knows this.
32 flavors and then some and then some. a bite at the neck, and teeth sink into flesh, she seeps into him (he melts into her) so softly swiftly some things are melting... now. infectious blood, warmth, curve of a palm, roll paradise just breathing you swallow whole, sip, pour the wine down her front, torn red and gray, drip, drip, mrr distracted and touching, inspiration in many colors. nonsense as a dish wandering...... dry and bailing, here we are, never felt so beautiful, the same three notes entwined in coils curls, a sleepy embrace, thump thump, shy even here, take me, kill me please, she'd say and laugh, kiss luce and walk away.
I need a shower and less clothing and sleep. :) Good night! :) |
I was really sort of tired when I read this, and all the others of yours i read that night, but yes, I liked it too.