Searching for the inner me. Almost there. Praying,

Searching for the inner me. Almost there. Praying, at least, that I am almost there. I can smell it, in the air. Really.

An ignored injustice will breed a misunderstood injustice.

Jezabelle

A woman’s body upon mine, Clad none, dressed in light, Skin of white, pale, just right, A scent of semen, her lips  surrounding my inner want, Together, we become a serpent, Rising into the air without spine, A love affair between two, for life.

Jezabelle

A woman’s body upon mine, Clad none, dressed in light, Skin of white, pale, just right, A scent of semen, her lips  surrounding my inner want, Together, we become a serpent, Rising into the air without spine, A love affair between two, for life.

trinity

Trying to balance ganj, desire, faith.

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