IanicusM2
02/29/2024You cannot write poetry with your eyes without knowing the human soul – and you cannot be a predator without the softness of felines. Exposed to the hallucinogenic enchantment, to the sorcery of the elements, I capitulated, dissolved in a puddle of desire, surrender and admiration. I ran down the drain of my soul, wide open for your freedom and for our transgressions.
Is there any way not to love the being who undresses in words and thus excites even more? I loved our delivery so much. Come back now? 02/29/2024