"pretty things.
like snow,
softer than rosebud lips
dipped in cherry red
sin.
dirty things.
like a bed,
two bodies tangled in sheets,
gritty coffee grounds
and a romance
that never sleeps."
like snow,
softer than rosebud lips
dipped in cherry red
sin.
dirty things.
like a bed,
two bodies tangled in sheets,
gritty coffee grounds
and a romance
that never sleeps."
