my eyes are like x-rays as I meander through the City and the the sights, sounds, and smells flash through my brain and come out as words that dance upon a page.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Bite
I'd like your salty flesh between my teeth
I promise not to break the skin
A tongue tracing the nape of your neck
And that's where we'll begin....
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