The limbs of my body yearn for the essence of his skin....a poison yet a cure, my tongue misses the sweet concoction it made with his. An addict, withdrawal i go through...but hey, no one said breaking the emotional barrier around the heart is ever easy. Hell naw...not as easy as it is for it to form around this most fragile vessel. I shake my head ( Read more... )

Tonight, my pencil be my company
We'll fuck on sheets of white paper,
Protection a negative, for during fluid cursive
a master piece will be born....

(c) AMS