Into The Sara
Posted by ShadowChaser on November 25, 2005 at 05:05:15:
the bleak of winter chill
running blind
cold of heart
matching the lack of sunshine
the dark within
trembles with her every touch
and I find myself
lost in her breath
and smooth, silky white skin
her red curls caress my existence
her lips tempt
naught of resistence
she is my perfectly made
barbie babe
delicate
in aggressive ways
tender
in a nail scraping sways
and I taught her
everything I knew
or could
she teaches me life
every night
and breath