the strolls of chance

Dreams of Red

talking along
the midnight path
moonlit clouds
emit the gasp
where lover's meet
on dew-dropped grass
that Nature's sheet
resolves Her math
from American shrouds
of ancient tasks
built to last
through corosive pasts
the scooner's mast
binds their speech
for a naked dance
upon mental gold
to link a trance
that sex unfolds
Love's greatest chance

trinityeliza

Making love,...
Fucking....
...the one you love....

Now that's the good stuff!!!!

Sex is for souless trolls. my dear ;P

depopulationINC

oolala.....

nice flow to

Dreams of Red

trinityeliza wrote:

Making love,...
Fucking....
...the one you love....

Now that's the good stuff!!!!

Sex is for souless trolls. my dear ;P

wow. soul-less trolls...? somehow i doubt your seriousness on this one... darlin'.

trinityeliza

nah-

i truly meant what I said ;-)

sorry charlie....