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my small tribute to brassai does not seem complete without a tribute to his good friend henry miller…
the cool air of the night has me hungry for the inviting warmth of your skin, the yielding curve of your thigh. desperate to feel to difference in heat, for some friction to light the fire, spark, smolder, flame, inferno.
YES YES YES
September 29th, 2010 at 2:43 am
My whole issue is my lips move when I think.