Tuesday, September 27, 2011

tits tuesday - xii

The storm had ended, the night ripped open painfully dark. The moon tore through the black set night like shredded velvet, the wispy tendrils caressed the full face of the yellow moon. 

A faint echoing down the bare city street, a clicking of metallic boot heels against the pavement, as down the middle of the road she walked.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

salacious sunday - gratification

Don’t hide your face from me.
Don’t put your servant away in anger.


You have been my help.
Don’t abandon me,

neither forsake me,
God of my salvation.
~The Psalms 27:9

Friday, September 16, 2011