Image by Paulo Brandão via Flickr
I can bath you in lust
I can epitomize you
in my hands
Earth And Blood
water in between
crying out
crying out
crying out
for some wisdom
is my hand not good enough
not rusted
not demure
I am the boy
or you are the girl
kissing is simple
when you don’t mean it
Losing is never believing
neither is over exceeding…
slices of ♠ ink 