| nothing more than a silhouette breathing in the darkness a mere sparkle of perspiration glistening upon your cheek a rainbow blurred across the landscape world of black and white my life...paint by number gazing into the lens to catch a frame of her in me an eye she...me and i see me you could almost expose her but the shutter is to slow the aperture set to low nothing more than a thought a mere suggestion sacred gypsy of the night dancing for your affection nothing more than a star, mere twinkle in your eye, a deep erotic burn exploding in the sky |








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I'm not an artist!
Just because no one understands me that doesn't make me an artist...
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My stock account! --> [link]
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silly me!
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"quit shitting in my mouth and calling it a sundae"
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My stock account! --> [link]
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"The poetry of the earth is never dead." - John Keats
PHOTO CONTEST: "Red White and Blue" [link]
=camerawhore Photo Club
=versebyverse For Poets
=ArtForTheEscape Art to Escape Illness
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"quit shitting in my mouth and calling it a sundae"
Thank you muchly [:
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