I like poetry
I give her the rose with unfurled petals.
She smiles
and crosses her legs.
I give her the shell with the swollen lip.
She laughs. I bite
and nuzzle her breasts.
I tell her, ―Feed me on flowers
with wide open mouths,
and slowly,
she pulls down my head.
I give her the rose
She smiles
and crosses her legs.
I give her the shell with the swollen lip.
She laughs. I bite
and nuzzle her breasts.
I tell her, ―Feed me on flowers
with wide open mouths,
and slowly,
she pulls down my head.
I give her the rose