Wordwhoring al fresco Posted by mentalexotica on October 21, 2005September 7, 2022 I tingle envisioning you, bathed in the lambent light of your namesake covered by a blanket of blinking stars dripping against silken malt skin the colour of sand. Share:EmailPrintTweetShare on TumblrMorePocketTelegramWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related