Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori. BY VALENTYNA HOLLOWAY Slowly the arm of Winter creeps along the grass, the frosted flowers shivering in the chill before the powdered coloured dawn. The trees begin to dance, their bareness. This Is The After Of Our Before. Soft kisses drawn across still quaking. Flesh, heartbeats tangled in the subsiding. This is the after of our before. Hands slipping together, fingertips mingling like.

Black and White Portraits of Exotic Animals. Ring around the rosy does not interest me, let us frolic in the sun. Let me loose but not for long, I want to delight in your love. Tagged beauty everywhere you look.