Wednesday 10 August 2016

5th ANNIVERSARY GUEST BLOG 5, ROPE BRIDGE, BY ANETTE ROLLER



 Rope Bridge 



 Fast forward, unthinkably de-reflected and so what,
 if the truth would glue itself to his cerebral 
 outer-space.  Unconsciously she collected spit 
 inside her mouth, so the words would not be rioting 
 with the tongue in cohesion, and as she spoke to his 
 paleshiny eyes, the crystal clearness of her message 
 even rose the tiniest hair on her back in a shuddering 
 spasm, which was invisible. The two-word-demon hung 
 between them, like a rope-bridge, on which he – 
 non-skeptically, but spontaneously aroused – now stepped 
 closer, balancing the naked truth with a smile and 
 all blue finally brightening his eyes. 
 Fuck me. 



 rope bridge madagascar 
 from www.xtreme-photos.com 




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