photo by D. Bayer
follow this voice
into that rock bottom ritual
doesn't matter if you're sick
the carnality's fiery and mutual
your name, Mon Amour
i whispered, i screamed
hard, hungry kisses, Mon Amour
this is it, no, this is
more than enough, don't try to stop
blood stained stalks
doll-eyed and swooned
bent and tight for you, Monsieur
fiery, raw, and new
doesn't matter if I'm sick
rock bottom we dive deep
follow my voice into mad, thirsty desire, while i'm...
- still oddly zen (You're divine)
08.08.19
photo by N. Honeywill