UghA Poem by scarlynn
Forget the glove.
Intimately speaking, we don't really connect unless the lights are off. This is already really raunchy. In silvers and purple shadows he actually looks beautiful I hear the parts of his voice that no one else gets to hear and with an audience that wide. The cats stare at me every time. I know they can sense demons, so they are probably seeing me. I'm drunk at 3 pm.
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Added on March 9, 2018 Last Updated on March 9, 2018 |