a fountain

there was a fountain, and from it sprang a black liquid that sizzled as it splashed upon the rough stone basin beneath. brightly colored birds would perch, a cacophony of muted colors reflected between ripples traveling across the onyx pool, yet none ever drank from the everflowing fount. a sense of pristine desecration wafted palpably […]

maestro

fingers trailing across hot skin like the gentlest of rain running with no clear path dancing in chaos with hidden order to caress every hidden secret flicking tip of hungry tongue and lips like a bee, circling the bloom so intoxicatingly full of pollen spreading the petals of the flower with burning need to find […]