OneI have a deviation now
I have a message now
I have a journal entry now
Haha
My Eros, My IncubusIn darkness,My Eros, My Incubus
In blackest night with curtains drawn I feel you near to me; A weight made of thought and a thousand desires.
You whisper,
A deep honey voice seeping into my flesh, Your breath heating my skin
With words of wicked deeds and promised pleasure.
My thoughts Swell to overwhelm my senses - Your scent, the taste of your sweat, The pulse of your heartbeat pressed against my chest.
Phantom hands Glide over my skin, trailing after my own. I can feel your tongue parting my lips
As I fight to hold your face in my me
Wow!
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"Heavy Metal will never die man...it just keeps going...when they drop the bombs...there will be some cockroach playing a riff" - Bob Rock
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Vic Rodriguez: Photographer, Designer, Illustrator, Ninja
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"Like a Lilly on the water's Edge." *Cough*
Is that too obvious?
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Be.
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Cassy
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Always looking for models and collaborators.
Robert Triboli Graphics
Sacramento, California
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Be.
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