Sep 13
Between rest and peace
I slip.
The memories of you drip
(Sweat between your thighs)
into my dreams, and ink
the effervescent sighs
of my soul with the colour
of you.
I slip.
The memories of you drip
(Sweat between your thighs)
into my dreams, and ink
the effervescent sighs
of my soul with the colour
of you.
