forward betrayal
synthetic reactionsto imaginary fateis a reflection of progressin modern times of pure hate.
synthetic reactionsto imaginary fateis a reflection of progressin modern times of pure hate.
Tailor made talentsoften interrupta silent rejoinderof what’s not nearly enough.
Dark shifted eyesRoll softly besideThis sickle trick wonderOf a woman with pride. Tickle dark lashesDressed down but with styleMakes the trickle of lustCome alive with denial.
We are beings Of gravity. Unleash the stringsOf gravity Upon the human Condition:And time Will stop.
In the silky dark lightHer eyes beam, digging deep,Appraising its target. Wondering aloud how to approach,How to determine the moments to Cast into the dark; searching. In the soulless time of indecisionLooks speak in high pitchesOf stress and emotion. His glare of requisite frightBelies a hope for his dreamNot to shatter, quick and sharp. The […]