Prime...
By Priestess
Prime... My whore wanting more... torture is but a slave to passion... darkened thoughts of wanton ways... my mental slave submits his heart with pen... and then I drink in, the sweetened tones of fantasy... tapestry of truths & dreams of silent screams of destiny... know me with my words & script... drink from the pool that cools the sword... that shines the last light of the torn sun... I am but one. S.S.Snapp 4/20/01I was written a tribute from a friend at another site & this was my reply to him... I hope you enjoy the ramblings to a friend... Written April 20th, 2001 © on Nov 08 2001 01:57 AM PST 0 • 10
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"Prime......"