serene darkness

Eight long years had passed and I had almost forgotten. Almost forgotten that hot summer night when I stepped onto the back porch at my parent’s house, weary of the mini-drama that played on the big twenty-four inch television. The stars sparkled as I bathed myself in the serene darkness of the calm before the storm.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

About Lord Malinov

Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet - author of Song of Songs, Journals of Lord Malinov, Erotic Romances and others ...
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