Besotted by celestials. The heaviness of their thunderous vocals infinitely knocking, as they elicit a ghastly cloud at the gate of their
By Hank Moody2 years ago in Poets
Such lustful expressions as I feel within her flower and delve to the impression as her clutch holds such power, as if strings that were prior
Her moonlit and foreign eyes hold such a fluency. He thrives and he contests bright, pure, and firm, as if his crown exposes the
