a lance of lust dances in us adorned in aphrodisiacs swathed in shields of sweat aching quaking desire on fire stimulating titilating could be dying...
I slowly smell and savor ambrosia sweetened air. I stretch my sinewy muscles and smile as I tempt the grass to kiss my thighs as a gentle breeze slow...
The second time I lost faith in the world I met malice and greed personified in misguided souls that left misery in my place and faith I fostered in...