wicked beautys harsh flower a wicked beauties harsh flower she moves across the space between us resting her hand on the wood floor with such soft touch like the most gentle suffocation with her thick darkly scented hair cascading over her shoulder like red wine intoxicating the minds eye with this deadly flowers charms she dose not look at me but the force of her presence leaves me mute with its terrible strengths like an unspoken pact with a world full of malice like all the terrible fates any weak fool could suffer about to strike with her touchs kiss her power is only matched by her beauty a masterpiece of motion a divinity of subtle line her eyes pierce like fire and when she utters the phrase you may speak i scour my enchanted mind for something which wont sound like folly to her for something she would smile for i mutter some babbles phrase and submit to my fate this woman is a blade i am the worlds bread and its harvest time co-authored..by mark john junor and Lorelei DB Wood
Posted on: Wed, 26 Mar 2014 18:33:31 +0000
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