657. Quotes: 8A Poem by TréeLustful thoughts.Dance with me as light dances with shadow, as the whispering sand prances on the edge of dune, as the sparkle in your eye rivals the desert night. Brace the wood for the starving hoards of my loins, the engine of my need, the sweat of lust and brow, salt of labor worn as leather on chattel, as iron on the indentured leg. © 2009 Trée |
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