Oh, how I dearly miss my maiden’s lips, So soft, perfect, I remember they were. Alice she took my flowers in small sips Her orbs sang only of sexual lure. Constant cascading through the night we… more →
A Day in the Life of a Sociopathwrote 3 months ago: I was recently told by my friend about fashion photographer Tim Walker… Up till now I have bee … more →
wrote 5 months ago: Adventuring around Stanley Park with g.blais. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Oh, how I dearly miss my maiden’s lips, So soft, perfect, I remember they were. Alice she took … more →