PalomaDyz

I like many things about her. I like her legs, the way she moves, how she talks to her sister as if she were a small but precious child, and I like our bed while we're in it. But I especially like her tears. Oh, it's not that I'm a sadist or a freak. I don't enjoy seeing her cry with sorrow. Usually she cries during a sappy movie. It's just that her tears are strawberries. Big, fat and sweet, they make you want to eat them up along with her for being just as tender. They're not red (I'm not crazy either), but they're ripe and shiny, and remind me of those summer days when my mom and I used to play in the park while my dad rested under a

 English Haze Once there was a goddess. The rage of the ocean, The beauty of the green sea, The calmness of an afternoon in a lake, And the natural feeling of a tideland. The protector of the Waters, By the hidden name of Kearnimah. Her home was in the jade waters, A light blue shell, and a pearl. Fingerless algae gloves, and a tunic Made of the finest light green coral, And of course.... Deep green hair, And brown earthy eyes, Like the bottom of the seas. Lonely in her ivory shell, With the reflection of the stars as her music, The pale moon as her landscape, And the sun, Loving her lovely heart, So devoid of love. Th