its late at night
eyes heavy with smokey intoxication
i can feel my desire
rising between my legs
shooting up towards my core
raining back down
sliding onto my thighs
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
Telling my troubles to the horses head on the wall.
The Goose Girl
- The Goose Girl
- Telling my troubles to the horses head and whispering them to the stove.
The iron stove
If you are eavesdropping by the iron stove
or standing in the shadows near Falada's severed head,
if you are reading these words
please leave a comment now and then.
1 comment:
OK.. I can't breathe right now. :)
Post a Comment