JTParreira Posted May 10, 2009 Share Posted May 10, 2009 First, the depths of her eyes let the night in. Then the body turns the corners as if passing through walls of crystal, the hair trembles on the shoulders, the lips smile behind a crimson flower, the legs climb steeply from the high heels; finally, the breasts that shield the cold against itself let go of the world that always falls to her feet: the stockings, the intimate rose, the body inside the dress. by J T Parreira Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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