Her skin is like fireher breath, distant desireFlowers meetfor their annual feastany time you kissher meatiness white…
I wondered, first, about her broken heart, the indecency of what she had suffered. The love, too. I felt from the first time of seeing…
I can’t do this without you anymore.
Her favorite time to study him was when he wasin repose.
I don’t smokeBut I was smoking today
Live in the etherealTouch, taste, and feel the chaos of your subconsciousUnlock the keys of your heartFeel, grope your way through lifeTrust…
Red riding hood,whom do you fear?Are his eyes poison,or are they food?