Leave them to
their ceaseless defective tongues,
you and I
become one body,
small quiet blood in the silence
only sensation
only
love
this peace between
us comes.
.
.
I write about Passion. Sex. Love. Pain. Darkness. All of it.
Leave them to
their ceaseless defective tongues,
you and I
become one body,
small quiet blood in the silence
only sensation
only
love
this peace between
us comes.
.
.