Hair were tangled
Body was relaxed
Lips were sore
Eyes were half shut.
Mind couldn’t decide –
To think about it…
Or to stop it...
He was in front of me,
I was lost,
In his ash eyes, in his tattooed arms…
Vim
Taft house
February 25, 2009
Tags Connection, Reflections
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intimate....
sandeep mishra said...
Sunday, March 1, 2009 at 9:01:00 PM PST
nah...intense!
Shadows of life said...
Monday, April 6, 2009 at 7:50:00 PM PDT