the seed that jumps at curve and line a love in pleasure to please the other is the cup not full without its taste can there be no brim without the edge fulfilled by touch in the arms of a lover the beloved to be found in one another desire swept to produce a vine from here there comes the sweetest wine when the sip is supped the want is more to the corridor that leads to the beloveds door
ode to brahmacharya
Posted - Jul 26 2016 : 5:51:28 PM
