May 2013
April 2013
Les Poemes Et Les Choses: Victims of Pleasure →
dobranskyboy:
I want to undo the buttons of your shirt
Revealing the flesh of man, contoured by shadows.
The rise and fall of your chest
Flows in sync with the tides
Crashing the shore
Digging its nails of shell across the sands of time
In pleasure with its own pulsations.
Yes, I want to strip you clean
March 2013
February 2013
