Friday, November 17, 2006

What grace

I might as well become alcoholic. For always, my senses are heightened, you movements like a slow and deliberate (with psychedelic background) breathing, or panting, if you will.

See unlike others, your rhythm has a sensual flair.
Your body is singing, not knowing that the melody you show affects your deepest admirer and voyeur.

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