| I saw that look in your eye as you passed me. I can feel the heat of your soul pulsing as you try your best not to stare, not to corrupt the vows you once made. You are flushed and your voice tells the tale of the secret I will plunge to reveal. Cast yourself into the fantasies of the most puzzled inquisition. Pump your blood harder in that exotic rhythm of your sensitive territory. Advance onto me the sin of your flesh. |
Victoria M Whitby
6/16/04