evan rosier (unchaste) wrote in darkmarkowls, @ 2010-09-12 00:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | cassandra bulstrode, evan rosier |
To: Cassandra Bulstrode.
From: An "admirer" — Evan Rosier fancies himself a romantic.
Containing: A specialised bouquet, and a corny poem.
I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails, I want to eat your skin like a whole almond. I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body, the sovereign nose of your arrogant face, I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes, And I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight, hunting for you, for your hot heart, like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. With ardent admiration, |