Alien
Monday, June 15, 2009
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
DAY ONE HUNDRED'n FORTY SEVEN
Edain beheld Alill through an untarnished prism. As he slept, her eyes chased his jaw line to full, moist lips, and then upwards to his mahogany eyes, the corners of which arched slighty downward divulging his exotic lineage. Lustily, she drank him in, his broad shoulders and well defined back, his stout thighs, his chiseled hands. She supped on his strength and became drunk with desire. She craved his embrace, his lips, his weight pushing her down into the the mossy bed.
Monday, June 1, 2009
day ONE HUNDRED'n FORTY THREE
A busking man walks
street to curb and voice to ear.
Halls are mostly straight.
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