sitting in my own vibration

Blog Post created by jconfusion on Mar 29, 2019

sitting in solitude

feeling the mini tornadoes

that twirl  and make this kind of throb of life

materialization of existing

memory of movements within love

sizzles down 

exposes hot kinky lust

she opens her eyes

at the canvass still dripping of her last nights

fallen acts of naked body paint she rolls around

hands rubbing everywhere

the giggling moans  of excitement 

involuntary muscle spasms 

typing on the underwood cast iron typewriter 

love the wacking of the paper with the keys

so addictive

so passionate wild untamed 

so lovely

so perfect so erotic

diabolical laughter

end scene


juniper confusion