Monsieur, Well damn. That was an intense dream, one of the hottest. Not that it took place in the Sahara desert, no, not at all. The other type of "hot"… Those dreams are somehow torture — waking you up spontaneously when you get too horny. F' me, I'd have loved to see it all through, […]
Month: December 2024
His love
I can hear your voice as I walk with the winds whistle. Bending through the trees just to traverse with me. Dense in the air such is fog in deep autumn. Languorous yet flowing freely you speak and you sing to me. Through every branch, every whistle through the grass. Every bumbling bee that stumbles […]