Monday, January 18, 2010

when soft lies are whispered into the ears...

the sea, the moonlight
the shining sands afar
and the landscape one far
stretching silhouette
you and istanding in the sit-out
with the horizon beckoning
isn’t that a perfect setting
for all lies to transform into
one eternal truth…?

and your gentle whispers
flowed into my ears as
a cascading moonlight...

i bathed in it in nude

15jan201019.37hrs

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