Thursday, July 15, 2010

There is nothing better

There is nothing better than a little bruise left from a lovebite. There is nothing better than a bearded lover that looks like something out of your meanderings of the ways things fit together. There is nothing better than a large mushroom growing quietly in a field of cotton . There is nothing better feeling a kimono that wraps around and inside you. There is nothing better than his black hair , dark and shocking as electric wire.

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