Apr 2020
Your purple lips lapped
The white thigh drip,
Hot bit your simple smile
And the light read,
T U E S F O R T U N A
How could love's own milk be sweet?
Your pink toes repeat,
Fast valleys in their oceans
Spun up and out.
The white thigh drip,
Hot bit your simple smile
And the light read,
T U E S F O R T U N A
How could love's own milk be sweet?
Your pink toes repeat,
Fast valleys in their oceans
Spun up and out.
(20/M/Washington state)
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