Their White Conquer

Autumn comes and then she leaves so quickly. I didn't get a chance to speak her tongue. I didn't get a chance to kiss her hand. The drums are somewhere in the distance calling her to sleep as Lady Winter prepares to make her fleat and army. Come marching on this lands bringing their white conquer.

Divine like Autumn

Disolve into the air that now blows down the path with its cool tongue tasting the back of my neck. Between thighs and arms and gasps of lovers Autumn is craving a word or twice. Dance like fingers upon my throat sharp edged sheddings tumble down from limbs. Curious whispers and chattering somethings behind me, before me, befall my eyes. Save the moments inside my stomach, swelling and still wanting and calling me along. His voice is divine like Autumn.

From Her Lips

From her lips escapes the wisdom to the universe.

In the beginning their was a void filled with intertwining spirits. They whispered and kissed and caressed the limbs of others that slipped between. Like liquid lava lamps they danced in the freedom of self.

Ex Libris Number One

Here is a savable/printable bookplate for anyone and everyone! My gift to you! This is just the first in my "Ex Libris" series.

If you print one off to use take a photo of you and your book with the bookplate and send me the photo!

saibhriot@hotmail.com