Jan 2018
A tear
of Bobby's
let me
swelter by
her bagpipe
but with
the snow
where I
lie a
twist with
her till
dawn when
I danced
on her
skin my
sensation or
chagrin again
of Bobby's
let me
swelter by
her bagpipe
but with
the snow
where I
lie a
twist with
her till
dawn when
I danced
on her
skin my
sensation or
chagrin again
a daughter
