9/04/2011


His lips like gentle lover’s first time sweet touches; 
Fingers entwine your neck, featherlight and cool, safe and sure; 
But the beast rises, hard against your belly, the sharp knife against your fearful hole

5 comments:

Paul said...

fearful hole? hehe is it that big??

Ralph said...

Thanks... I love the picture and the poem...

silvereagle said...

MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM :-) :-) :-) Love the feeling of that "beast" - I think the "beast" to be a "friend"

becca said...

wow gorgeous what a beautiful imagine you created

Jason Shaw said...

Oh you are making me feel it again.