lunes, 1 de junio de 2009

in the mourning





- don't you have the feeling we've been doing this since forever? - she said.. sweat and innocence coming out of her pores

- you love to mess around with mi hair, don't you? - she said.. his hands wandering through her nude skin, performing an ancient rite.. trying to stop the time

2 comentarios:

Carla dijo...

Lord, I feel I've been saying "You like to mess with my hair" forever... And yet... No, I don't want it to stop either.

Confetti dijo...

y que pasó después?

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