There is nothing I can write here that will speak louder than my writing.
World In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.
Business It's a business of sadists and masochists. You know which one you are...
Last Night Doesn't Seem So Far Away And thus he lay in bed. The ghost of her body alive in his skin, sensually jumping all over him like a thousand mermaids surround the dying boat of some ill fated sailors. He could feel her legs clamping hard against his hips as she moaned with pleasure. He could feel her nails digging into his back with that special kind of uncontrollable violence that comes with the ascending path of pleasure. He could feel her skin softly caressing his lips as he washed her with his kisses. The music played loud and beautiful and he lay in bed letting the ghost of last night wash him all over. Thinking of the dream she was, of the dream that came true; but above all, enjoying the selective memory of his flesh.
Mad Men As he looked down at her, the dark glow of the lamp bouncing off her silky skin in such a way as to make her the perfect image of sepia. Her dress lay on the ground; discarded like the petals of a white rose on a warm autom afternoon. She stood in front of him, with a secret smile upon her face. He was absorbed by her, by the dream of youth her candid smile seemed to possess , by the romantic memories of his first love, by the glow of admiration in her eyes. Transgressed, in a daze brought about by the heat, by his escape from responsibility, he took her with his eyes and asked; "who are you?" to which she replied confidently "I'm Joy". He held her thus, for a moment or two, took his time and softly kissed his dream.
