Perfected :: Her Body :: Greek Necessity :: Deep Throats :: Scrolls

Summer sun... Sun beating down on my back, grass tickling my bare belly as I try not to respond to the messgaes a certain person is distracting me with. A bad influence, I tell you...Virginia Woolf before me, 'To the Lighthouse' spread open, summer wind flicking through the pages faster than I do. I can't work in the library. Everyone else is studying too hard and the whirring of their brains gives me a headache. This time last year I was hearing birds singing Greek,unable to decipher a word. Now I pathetically attempt to focus on what is in front of my eyes rather than between my thighs, with little to middling luck. I am at the mercy of my hormones... ______________________________ we have come so far :: it is over

Accomplishment :: The Moon :: Toga :: Night Flower