Aug 2020
When he and I fall, as natural light fades,
into *** at the end of our day-
We stay twisted for hours
in the chaos we make,
even burning good light the next morning.
muse
into *** at the end of our day-
We stay twisted for hours
in the chaos we make,
even burning good light the next morning.
muse
When a good muse goes bad....
