Ian Klaus

ian had developed quite the fetish for my prose we both were quite taken why it was santa's eve while we settled into the obvious café outside a village near Frankfurt sipping latte's and devouring raspberry tarts blueberry skoan's deep in the forest my mind wandered about the bavarian alps thee snow capped mountains as I doted on ian's long lankey legs dangling almost in a pair of old levi's we awaited the strausus to pull into port why the morning dew nestled gracefully over us on santa's eve