09-29-2016, 10:22 AM
The Lie
It is said a tiger's stripes bleed through the skin, unlike a leopard's. Bared of cream, your pitted skin remains -- as if you've lost all shame. Each pit once meant each spark of love, but now only disdain. How could I love a woman who is so true to herself? How could a lion love a tiger, his mortal enemy?
It is said a tiger's stripes bleed through the skin, unlike a leopard's. Bared of cream, your pitted skin remains -- as if you've lost all shame. Each pit once meant each spark of love, but now only disdain. How could I love a woman who is so true to herself? How could a lion love a tiger, his mortal enemy?