Sunday, January 13, 2008

salacious sunday



Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titian woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the dews that drip all over ;
~Edgar Allan Poe (Dream-Land)

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

As does honey drip from the pot-it doth so drip from me. The sweetness of anticipation and unknown, soon will always and forever be known. The sweetness of my cup drips over, as he hungers for more in which I offer only him. He that is my life, is the drinker of my being. Chastised no longer, may our lives be as sweet as the honey that I drip forth...

Forever His Vixen