... and the night is ours. Lovers, embracing under a silver moon.
The taste of her lips, sweat gleaming on moonlit skin. The scent of her long, dark hair. The warmth of her body as I draw her to me.
In my mind, she is Queen and slave. Eternity is ours.
Without her, the darkness is cold and lonely...
Sunday, August 1, 2010
In my mind, she is a Queen...
Posted by Master Darque at 7:18 PM
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