due to a sketchy judge of character and possibly a flight of nostalgia I glimpse the back of a lanky blonde with the same composure and curves as tauvin so that when he turned, i was conscious of my own perpetual lust burning in the backwoods of my brain and the warmth of recognition creeping across my body.
******** the leftovers of this riveting memory. every day is a good day when i remember a good time.
Smagma Knuckles · Thu Nov 23, 2006 @ 05:55am · 0 Comments |