danov

I am an invisible man. Nobody knows me by my real name any more.

I don't know whether to be happy or sad about that.

Oh well.....

Here's a poem to get the ball rolling.

Caress:

Tracing gentle curves.
Caressing blood red lips.
Teasing subtle smiles.
Stroking pale hips.
Grasping supple flesh.
Feeling distant stings.
Wrapped in slender arms.
Embraced by ebon wings.


Danov---