lovessweetbait
Apr 23, 2010 02:59
...and Eros stands at the window, lean body outlined in the gloaming, clear blue eyes watching the clouds turn from salmon to vermilion to plum. A sweet-scented breeze lifts long hair away from his brow and smooths down his cheek. Love's Arrow is waiting, patient, expectant, and calm. He knows he won't be disappointed.
log,
open