lafemmegigi

Super sonic

Peace
Comes to me slowly
With seasoned hands
Pressing ligaments
Stretched tight
Between thick hips,
Thighs and
Fine waist
Peach flashes
Against blush flight

Prey
Carry, travel me
Peace Grandiose
Palm these fronds
Fold crosses here
Worship
This altered being
With those nails

Seams
Bent on breaking
Fragile fingers
Of shushing nature
Chastising urges
Arched to frenzy
Placebo freedom
Peach to orange
Blush that fucks





I've been in a writing mood more than ever. Thank god. But that means something else, too.

Those who know me well know it means I'm at my most tortured and most restless. It means there is something under the surface that needs itching. (Oh... by now i know what one or two of You might be thinking, and You are right!)

I have a feeling it won't be long before I will be posting stories about naughty adventures, or zany mishaps. Or if i'm lucky.......

There are some car shows/cruise-ins coming up. Eye candy alert, and how!!!



gigi