Chant in pink
Last week my image of democracy was seared by pussy grabbing pleonasm, I wished to pupa, hide, to be in bed, I wished to shield my nose from a scent […]
Daily Archives: January 24, 2017
Two as one
When you butterfly on earlobes, mindless I am tossed as you dress my chest in mane of yours. Then you tongue my cheek, lip-sip spit and flurry me on fingertips. […]
Björn Rudbergs writings 