I racked my brain thinking of what you are,
when, how and where. I'm cold
muffled cry of your ideas simple, macabre. Smells like winter
my notion of you. Your tongue
fresh
so loose heart. Your skin
dream.
dammit!
when, how and where. I'm cold
muffled cry of your ideas simple, macabre. Smells like winter
my notion of you. Your tongue
fresh
so loose heart. Your skin
dream.