Saturday, August 17, 2013

River India

The night knows all of our indiscreet sins.
It watched us while we danced naked and spinning drunk in the honeycombs of the moonlight’s sweet pride.



I see you through my dual mm. eye.
You cannot hide.

I know your exhausting sins and I crave your appetite for lust.
Break the silence with your screams of delight.
Cover your nakedness with mine.


I am everywhere.


10/92 
Victor Millan

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