Honeyed voice
Your throat is filled with stories about old days, old days when love used to be tangible and real.
Tell us, vieja, tell us again about the one time you fell in love, en aquel portal de ladrillos, tell us vieja about the one time the priest threw holy water at you both and said that word that you now say with your honeyed voice: lesbiana.
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 3:09 AM UTC
Honeyed voice
Your throat is filled with stories about old days, old days when love used to be tangible and real.
Tell us, vieja, tell us again about the one time you fell in love, en aquel portal de ladrillos, tell us vieja about the one time the priest threw holy water at you both and said that word that you now say with your honeyed voice: lesbiana.
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