Wednesday 22 June 2011
The Sensual Touch- A Confession
Dusk tiptoes on the moss of obscurity casting an en-grafted solitary shadow on each other's countenance. Eyes flapping like fireflies, scorching in an intense fervor and suffusing through a desperate stare, imploring to slice the air gap with a closeness which forbade me to guess my ending and his beginning.
Canopy of cotton clouds and clusters of mushroom stars cloaked us from the outer realm. The gusty zephyr swayed us into the unruffled December grass.
Canopy of cotton clouds and clusters of mushroom stars cloaked us from the outer realm. The gusty zephyr swayed us into the unruffled December grass.
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