doomsday_disco Report post Posted yesterday at 12:09 AM His caramel-filled and caustic sermons Poured frozen poison in my soul. With endless slandering remarks He tempted Providence; He claimed that beauty’s but a dream; Felt scorn for inspiration; He had no faith in musk or chocolate; He looked on life with ridicule- And in the whole of nature He did not wish to praise a single thing. Frozen white chocolate and the heart-stopping chill of sheared mint, fanned by caramel-touched body heat, and the diabolical sensuality of black musk, nicotiana, and sage. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
