"I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn dirupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stone of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam fklaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue." -Pablo Neruda
My mind is in a permanent state of WANDERLUST .. A conundrum of thoughts and pictures .. a constant dream sequence. My dreams consist of sushi, sex, leather, lace and the occasional mascaraed ball; but not necessarily in that order.