BodyI am a ShamanBody
My body is my temple,
I`ll build it as I live Silver and unconventional Black lines and dragons, snakes My sacred scars, in ink and blood.
My ancient rituals, only I can read Black wheels and clawmark scars And pretty pretty silver rings The pierced flesh, penetration
The prodding needle on nerve Painting pain, deeper than my tissues. It`s the trip, always the trip Out of the body, into sensation Electrifying, orgasmic, sacred, pure Then as I heal, as I bleed and puss My body becomes something new Slowly my body is born &nbs
EyesLook into my eyes and you`ll see the desert. Glowing darkness and vast expanses.Eyes
Of memories buried too deep in the dunes.
Even for me to remember.
How can you love a woman with eyes like the desert? And yet you all do, you love me till I can`t say no And I bury you in my soft dunes and black nights Let you play in my sweet deep expanses.
I fear I will bury you too deep Or dehydrate you, make you thirst for the woman I don`t know who is One too full of forgotten secrets and hidden memories. But I won`t ever stop you.
You all love to get lost wanderi
Thank you for the fav of "Mushroom 02 - Toadstool [link]" and "Vestvannet from Troeskenveien [link]"
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K. Braaten.
myspace: [link]
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...Some people live their dreams...
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K. Braaten.
myspace: [link]
Vræææl!
Skremmm!
Hehe, SLEM!
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K. Braaten.
myspace: [link]
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