laments-x-burlesque: Hands wander to warm placesEyes closed, an innocent strokeResponding to my rhythm, my song, my mix-tape My hushed directions leave her wanton“Can I burst now?” she asksI grant the dispensationBreathless bliss, curling toes She’s
laments-x-burlesque: Hands wander to warm placesEyes closed, an innocent strokeResponding to my rhythm, my song, my mix-tape My hushed directions leave her wanton“Can I burst now?” she asksI grant the dispensationBreathless bliss, curling toes She’s
