Naked Confessions Your lips whisper secrets against my skin. As your fingers coercively steal away clandestine truths. Before Prometheus fires let our bodies confess untold desires of the heart.
Updated 12-05-2011 at 12:48 PM by Dark Muse
Well with a title like THAt of course I had to see what the favorite poet came up with. While applauding the sensuality of the poems I confess the disappointment having come to expect the unexpected from you. Oh my stars the dark Muse is beocming domesticated--noooooo!! With respect and a smile---looking forward to the next ones.
*grins* I enjoy your coments as always, and I would not worry too much, I am not in danger of becoming too domesicatated, I am too stubrorn for that, and my partner in darkness is quilte the wiley barbarian. We are rather an untamed pair.
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