Daring Temptations Tease The Senses...

My mind often flees from me, and I must use such pretty words to get it to return again. Here is nothing but dancing thoughts, and a swirling reality. Please do not mar with babbling tongues, or gossip. It will be removed, and I will hate you a lot. Thanks for understanding.

About Me

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I adore false realities, and linger in them often. I own glasses, and dawn them now and again, but am often vain and cling to my contacts. California is my true love, for it is my home. The ocean and the stage are my joys. Corn fields make me cry. As do pigs. All the men I swoon over are either dead or gay.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

To Boy

I feel asleep on your chest...

Listening intently to your breath slow...

Feeling your heart pulse against my lips...

And resting my hand across your stomach.

In those quiet moments of haze and sober

I was content.

posted by Tuxedo | 1:49 AM

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