Erotic Inturlude He stands on a cliff,Above him only the sky,Soothing in the pink and blueof a perfect sunset.His hair as black as the night,Eyes as green as spring grass,Black tight pants,White shirt,his skin flawless perfection.Below sounds of music,No, just wavesCrashing against rock.Slowly walking towards himHe turns,He stands still,no movement,Except his emerald eyes,Sending ...... Written on 05/10/2008 |