A Touch of Volatile Ginger | 2010
Tanned, taut
- A mind mesmerized
“I can’t stop myself.”
Simple, slender
- The fingers fondle
“Who brought you here?”
Biscuits, brown
- Her lips livid
“I should resist.”
Ginger, Gyrating
- Pensive Ponderings
“It’s like magic. The box never runs out.”
Time, temperamental
- A vociferous veracity
“The elves keep on filling it.
They’re secretive about it.
I never catch them.”
Charismas, captivating
- Desires, duplicitous
“They show me their sparkling dances and disappear.
And then, the whole thing fades.”