Between the first kissand erotic blisslove stole through mydefensesmessed with my headplayed my emotionsstupefied my sensesand confounded me withthe perfection ofbeing loved~~
all these sexy words floating around today... nice!
Perfect as always. These poems are amazing.
...without pretensesNot really a romantic I, Eaton but I did like the rolling way the words fall on the ear. And I actually love the sculpture and would like to walk around it.