I have an aficionado for a Writer Woman. Does such a woman exist? Yes I would love read her writing, her erotic poetry, her versatile prose which deconstructs the phallus-logo-centered language. I would love to see her nude and write erotic verses for her arouse her with the foreplay of erotic musical language and then make love to her like a tremulous brook.
My sis is a hotel management graduate. She is very fond of experimenting her culinary skills. She is in the habit of baking buns, bread and cakes. One day as I was lying in the couch the aroma of baking wafted into my nostrils. I became a Marcel Proust and fictions of music crept into my psyche as an allegorical wind. Aroma, sweetness, passion, beauty, all of these became a trope of imagination.
Today I saw the sky colored with pink
eyelashes. Light melted itself like a dream
covering itself with pink hues, evanescent
spreading like soft cheese on the blue coated
sky. I became jolted into a powerful
expression, a refulgent, oneric conjugation, a
copulation of ecstatic art.