As these have been the crimes of my passion; surrealistic sensualities, intimate illusions & other misdemeanors of love, lust, loss & longing *
"In order to know virtue, we must acquaint ourselves with vice. Only then can we know the true measure of a man."
- The Marquis de Sade -
If I could have been all that you wanted - all the time.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Intangible
When the night has gone still and the stars are cold I think of you—quietly, softly, warmly. like the kiss which floats on the fringes of my dream and yet I am only able to ever hold you in my heart
When the night has gone still and the stars are cold
This is beautiful. Love it.
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