I like your imaginationI always want to find an excuseTo talk to youAnd when I doI always smile.

The walls of this tomb breathe, disturbing years of dusty memories  icing over my sunken corpse.   I’ve lain frozen in time since you sealed me in this eternal bed.   Darkness. Oh, how I’d love for the light to find its way pass the coffin lid.   Now and again, I’ll...

My sexual encounter in the American desert translated from French. Enjoy! Five years ago, I was on a bus tour through the Southwest of America, mainly to see the grandeur of the Grand Canyon. But I never reached the canyon....