333.

His attention made
me the bloom, only growing
under his regard.

332.

The clouds take on the
characteristics of its
viewer's moodiness.

331.

Her body is a
study in texture, dappled
beneath that tree's reach.

330.

He spun me like a
top, around and around from
his arm's carousel.

329.

The gulf between me
and normalcy could leave us
all different species.

328.

Draconian etched
choices, recused of any
personal decisions.

327.

The idea of love you're
selling is positively
medieval designed.