You Are low,
show me your petals.
She lives life like the
silence of falling snow,
or like the smell of
fresh rain on her skin.
Pretty pink petals pull
open for me to taste
her sweet nectar,
let us pollinate.
I'm losing my souls
a step at a time.
My ears get hot when you
**** me at gunpoint.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 9:31 PM UTC
You Are low,
show me your petals.
She lives life like the
silence of falling snow,
or like the smell of
fresh rain on her skin.
Pretty pink petals pull
open for me to taste
her sweet nectar,
let us pollinate.
I'm losing my souls
a step at a time.
My ears get hot when you
**** me at gunpoint.
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