Journal created:
on 17 February 2003 (#907352)
Updated:
on 12 May 2010
Name:
magnificent catastrophe
Website:
his lips are like cherries to you. Full, luscious, beautiful, red lips. Every time he speaks you stare at them, your breathing short and raspy as you watch the movement, defining the poetry of his speech. If you stare intently enough, every now and then you'll be rewarded with the dart of his pink tongue sliding over the ripe flesh of his bottom lip.