Thursday, July 22, 2004

That I promise you my love. I Will sensualize with my voice as you kiss down between my breasts...


I know I am an adulteress. I don't desire solitude but you. You are my place of worship. Cursed by the gods I am but I fear them not. I wish to pour my soul into your hands for the morning to appear.

and... promises are meant to be broken when tomorrow awakens the night...

unless.