Bit of accidental charm; could it be that buttercups discern all that’s deep […]
A sanguine collector, ache, comes often; seeking to swallow what remains of a […]
And then he sought to part those lips, away from the rest, I […]
Bitter blossoms believe not in intangible ideas, in concepts, in reveries that last; […]
Soft, sensual, certain, the decadence of dusk flows freely into throat, into the […]