What is it about you...precious soul....that compels me to crave to swim in your veins. To taste your skin and giggle in your lungs. To be naked in the summer of your warm breath. And to die happily in the gaze of your every aching sunset...
~S.D. Littleton excerpt from the Epilogue, 'The Fabler's Muse' (05-2011)
(Used with permission)