Wednesday, 18 August 2010

gimme me three reasons


not to prove anything,just to let me know why.
maybe i don't need three
but
selfish
fear
cowardliness.
all of three,have killed our joyment.

Hoaithu out.

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Jeff Bridges.

Jeff Bridges.

I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest,hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

It's a hard warm place of mystery, touch it, but can't hold it

i cat you.

Locking rhythms to the beat of her heart, changing woman into life.She has danced into the danger zone, when a dancer becomes a dance.