Journal Entries for Syrisa Moon
Yin
February 28th, 2008 8:48 pm MST
I breath you in-coffee and leather. Your tongue is smooth, how it does wound. Leaves a trail of aching flesh to hum your tune.
When I dream, it's always you, steamy hot kisses Bittersweet in bloom.
Oh, Romalarde, what's a girl to do?
I scream your name as I look into your eyes clear blue. I am lost, at sea, craving water, tasting salt. Tempest tossed.
Oh, Romalarde, what's a girl to do?
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