Sight
and deep inside
something moves. It
shifts sideways and stops.
Glance
caught and the aching begins.
I wanted to reach out and slide my hand
across your flesh. Slowly.
Warmth.
Your sharp souled eyes
glancing. This is not right.
Yet the want begins. Deeply
inside something shifts again.
Virtue Fern
26.03.09 8.30pm
About Me
- Virtue Fern
- I get bored really easily, I'm a workaholic, I drink far to much of a night because I can't sleep, I find it almost impossible to find that numbness that allows sleep. My creativity comes alive of a night and my brain wakes up. Still you got to survive and earn a living.
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