By Star of David Date: 2012 Oct 04 Comment on this Work [[2012.10.04.00.44.13388]] |
sometimes I remember the strong and strange beauty of your wrists always sunburnt, always beautiful and the memory finds me clenching my teeth to fight the waves of desire that overwhelm me how can a man have wrists so beautiful? I love their shape and width and shades and hollows I even love how your watch sits strange, the pictures that stay in my mind the sun-kissed scent and silky solidness hard-softness and soft-hardness all yours, all mine I keep wanting to sink my teeth in |