Sunday, October 19, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
WHOA!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Rapture.
Why would such a merciful god place blame and curse for blasphemies not yet relieved from my skin?
I do not believe that such a man would create such a woman
I do not believe that a man would set a series of situations solely meant to siphon the sensibility that he has so sanctimoniously sanctioned upon thee
I know that I am right; even if I am wrong I am right
There is no man above sightseeing in the clouds
Crying tear to create floods
Clapping jovially to move mountains
Striking in anger at what his own hands have created
I do not know…
Better yet I don’t want…
I need to know why such a woman would breathe
Why such a woman would have the ovarian fortitude as to impose such regulations that regular people can not see through the red tape
Why won’t she let me in?
How the did the imaginary man?
Where did this journey begin?
Where did I lose her?
Who cut the cables?
Why are we not able to see past the prior inquisitions to see to a less tumultuous future.
To see to a movement,
Cooperation
Restitution
The imaginary man gave us lips to speak but we not use them but for treachery
He gave us hearts but not to use them, rather keep them empty to filter the fantasies and poison seeds
Rival memories of black books
Murderous penguins
Lifeless angels.
I can say that I hope for the best but that would be a lie
It’s not right for the night imaginary inflammatory impostor to take credit for the beginning of this being if he not willing to take the solder of his own smoldering brimstone.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
3
Nobody knows the pain they share
The nights of drunken fear
Has torn this family apart
She drinks to relieve the pain
he tries to make her laugh
she secludes to pandemonium
It’s her only place to go
If given a chance She would die
If given a chance he would too
If given a chance she would kill them
Why is their no answer to their screams of pain?
Must only their memory remains before something is done?
If they survive Her,
Like I hope they will
Let’s hope they can change the path of self destruction
That is out of Her control
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Untitled #4
4am and she calls me
With questions of life
Asking me
Cause she thinks my answers are right
What is that I want?
Like Mr. magic 8
Sweetie
I’m just as blind as you are
19 yrs ain’t enough to know whats right
The future in hypotheticals
The current in disillusioned carpe diem
The past just calcified stone to decorate the yard
Confused and dazed
Knowing with out knowing
She knows
Guided by a blind Seeing Eye dog
It’ll lead you to its tail
Question Cleo
Fire and lies
And what do you have…
A burnt tail.
Puma Party
Strutting into the room my pussy cums, with lust in her eye.
The ambient light allows my eyes and hands to surf her curves.
Coming to rest on the supple throbbing lily she hid beneath her lace.
At the moment of impact her eyes. Roll. Back. Arched. Brow. Shudder.
I taste honey...
With no more than my essence I control her and make her mind submit a request a remedy of release... no.
Her bloom begins to close around my fingers and she begs... hesitation, hesitation, hesitation.
Approved... she shudders with a violent wail crushing my digits.
She pauses and pulls away slowing regaining her balance.
Strutting out of the room my pussy goes with lust streaming down her thighs
Sunday, April 20, 2008
In The Magnolias

Her skin looks amazing in this shot, if her eyes where to have been closed it would have given a very sensual tone to this frame, but I like it.
This last shot is absolutely gorgeous, I think Ari is so pretty and I have have taken so many pictures of her in all types of situations but this just gorgeous. She looks so soft so angelic, just lovely.
