I’d fly out tomorrow who needs bags baby who needs clothes in Cuba you let it go trumpets! […]
passion
the sound of linen rustling slowly quietly as to not to disturb the night I’m aching to hear […]
Red she fills a room with red lips eyes hair mouth i crave it’s taste to be swallowed […]
(…) you throw me a flower while you unravel the summer that is your whole your movement your […]
a crack in the glass the content drips snake-like path to the stench covered floor how long will […]
