Fresh air,
Moist and dewy,
unplucked, perfect, and
full-blossomed.
...
Sup tonight on the fruitful
bounty of my harvest.
Drink deeply the sweet
...
Mortal souls... I collect
so many.
Ceaselessly, borne
in the feathers of
...
Suck his sex raw until it
burns and throbs!
That hot, salty, sweet
treat goes down easy.
...
Cool breeze blows,
lake is calm.
In the afternoon we talk of love.
Spirits high,
...
To come face to face with
this fear she can’t escape
makes the blood in
her veins turn cold
...
Gentler than windswept rain,
our tender moment comes to pass.
Caressed by the sun’s warmest
rays, we stroll through
...
The day is alarmed!
Morning clouds turn mother-of-
pearl under a shocking sun’s
brilliance.
...
1. Brooding Dragon sleeps
Shaken fate, ill dreams
Omens wrought in legend burn
...