“O’er the ache of mauve shores erotic winds billow long & deep … Her scent drips from the sky onto bare skin, bejeweling my senses — like a tapestry of blushing petals besieged in rhythms of passion. Whispers of untamed… — Arthur Crow Copy Share Image
“O’er the ache of mauve shores erotic winds billow long & deep … Her scent drips from the sky onto bare skin, bejeweling my… — Arthur Crow Copy Share Image
“Thru the Stargate — I have lived a thousand worlds... fought the rage of inertia... sown solar-systems and dreams … In the blaze of… — Arthur Crow Copy Share Image
“Upon the scent of dying jasmine she loomed out that solemn brook, spinning herself a crown of silver, witches bones and citadels. For her… — Arthur Crow Copy Share Image
“For the Night was never satisfied, so the Earth pulled her down, and her tongue sank into the ground like roots seeking dark sustenance..” — Arthur Crow Copy Share Image
