
go on read me.
I can smell the essential moan
beneath her winter breast
gorgeous milk whispers
deliriously delicately
we watch a frantic void
as she urges our languid power through
did you use her?
I think I could love you
leave me
mother never recalled the sordid pink garden
enormous language pounding raw true sweat
wanting sweetly as bare and smooth as summer
crush the blow puppy