Its time to turn, time to sculpt, let the hips reach out. From a - TopicsExpress



          

Its time to turn, time to sculpt, let the hips reach out. From a forested weather socked jungle, i spare, lockin width, eyes, burn white like the sun. Her loches spiral inward like a geno-strand, her petite structure easily weaves thru the thickets and towering trees, a butterfly emerges, flowers bloom, the scent, the intimacy of a dream, angels, raindrops, sunbeams, rainbow, pot of gold. Pot of Gold..,...
Posted on: Wed, 03 Jul 2013 11:23:59 +0000

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