Ask the waves who kissed the horizon that nighthe embraced her tighttheir love consummated…
I am a forgotten man with a broomstick rifle — a salute with fingers chopped off by a Grenade.
The fiery masculine assertsThe cerulean feminine assuages
We met on the usual termsof affectionate endearmentbred over more than half a…
Drop after drop, I prepared for surgeryconvinced that this condition was namedfrom the deluge of waxy…