lunes, 19 de octubre de 2015

the two of us

Our love
like a field of
bitter strawberries

Our love
like a gigantic red
demon

Your face
it's the fascinating portrait
of my deepest desires
of my lust
of the popys in my dreams
where we crawl
and whisper

Our love
like a raw steak
in the fridge

Our love
like a rotten
plump
mouth

Our love
like a holly
sin

Our love

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