Untouchable we are -beyond reaching hands.Too distant for hungry lips -your pussy uneaten by me.Without squirting into your mouth -I am unconsumed by you.I imagine your legs would shakein lustful anticipation of me.You haven't ripped off my belt -my...

My dreamy world of writingis a graveyard shrouded in fog.Where each story has a grave,each grave has a character.These living, breathing corpseswith open eyes, raspy voicesand souls, gaze on through my eyes.