Apr 2013
it looks like
a summer's day, feels like a winter's
night, tastes like a spring's song,
sweet honey tripping from the tentacles of a
lover's dripping
hair.
a summer's day, feels like a winter's
night, tastes like a spring's song,
sweet honey tripping from the tentacles of a
lover's dripping
hair.
i'm trying something a new. a bit softer. -unfinished-
