“I taste you in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba that melts as slowly as your kisses in my mouth – your eyes that explode in sunlight, your humid, fluid voice the soft, oceanic touch of your fingertips.” — Bear Step Copy Share Image
“Nothing touches your skin of sweat (meltdown of oceanic kisses) when the purple light whispers to the moon in silent moonlit clarity” — Bear Step Copy Share Image
“I taste you in the fleshy fruit of the guayaba that melts as slowly as your kisses in my mouth – your eyes that… — Bear Step Copy Share Image
