untitleddo you remember when i walked you home, that june day and we outran the rain stopping short just beyond the treeline and by the time i held you our bare feet were already pounding as we danced pagan circles into the mud to the sound of heated breath we wove our toes in the loam my touch tracing gentle lines down your side your touch firmer, more insistent counterpointing mine and we were, almost one, but still ourselves primeval as adam and eve but with more sensuality than they could muster in those dark timesuntitled
Eloa
(ps-this is __hopeless_l0ve from LJ
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Green is cool
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all people are shit bad trip tattoed on my brain
o moj boze! mam siekere w glowie
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