He seemed familiar somehow like I had seem him before. I just couldn’t remember. He stared at me and moving slowly forward made a head movement as if to say; don’t worry. My heart stopped for split second, a flash of something lost, long forgotten came back. It was him, the only one I had ever loved, the one I had lost. My unbound lover. – Lucianus 2013
Those who say the vomit-inducing-cliche phrase; better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all, do not know the real meaning of the word love and its implications.
May 31, 2013
Categories: Art, Beautiful Body, Beautiful Face, Beautiful Men, Erotica, Models, Open Journal, Photography, Photography With a Theme . Tags: Art, beautiful body, beautiful men, erotic, fetish, hunk, Jeans, reality, Sexuality, werewolf . Author: Lucianus Mauricius . Comments: 1 Comment
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