Thursday, July 21, 2005

wicked games


High on a hill, just below the reach of the clouds, silhouette of two souls, and the feeble sunlight of a magnificent evening, crawling over their contours, fading into darkness... 


The light of candles and the glow of her face. The smell of flowers and the fragrance of her body. The touch of her skin and the fire raging within. The reflections in the mirror of their bodies melting into one...