Mar 2014
Once your fingers
showed me
your sweet pleasure.
The memory
haunted me,
beat me into
the submission
of your fickle ego.
But now
thankfully,
I am able to let go,
I count sheep
for excitement.
showed me
your sweet pleasure.
The memory
haunted me,
beat me into
the submission
of your fickle ego.
But now
thankfully,
I am able to let go,
I count sheep
for excitement.
