She in Spensers Plaza
Its after a long time she's back as an image, an unknown
stranger; there's was reading of Kafka's journal early
in the morning and a description of a girl with large
breasts, peering into the abyss of him or rather peering
as a scent that would arouse the same;
She's isn't a a girl ..a woman, so much more as an age,
younger in youth having a body of pure desire; Our eyes
met for a brief moment; there's was twinkle and feeling
of a delicious sensation running all the way down as
an orange and settling down in the part of body that's
born to be intimate;
Well, it was all over in an instant and then we vanished
out of each other, departing as strangers, having never
Well this morning, was drawing a heart and trying to
draw a sign of a woman very horny; its very similar to
to the ones found in Pepsi bottles and then, let the wax
of a burnimg candle drip on it !!!!
The image that formed on the opposite page was
an abstract one ....but the curves were so intimate
in orbs wanting to melt ... She as an image was a definetly
the one SpenseR and Plaza and a beauty.
Images don't lie ! Do they??? She didn't at Spenser Plaza.