Thursday, February 16, 2012

I Blew The Dust Off His Black Velvet Wings Comments

Rating: 0.0

He touched me firstly in the sunlight
now I, him secondly, on a moonlit night.
Thirdly; he then touched that red, velvet velour.
It was then I'd lost count, and we sang amour -
...
Read full text

Mark Heathcote
COMMENTS
Mark Heathcote

Mark Heathcote

Manchester
Close
Error Success