Spitting out your seedbinging on watermelon winedevouring this sugar baby‘cause I’m ripe, juicy, tasty.My undercover lovermarking territory on exeswet spots spreadingalong thin cotton lines.I’ve a fat lip swellinganaphylactic reactionto your napalm.I’ve a hot welt risingin the shape of your hateacross my behind.Why are you returning when there’s nothing left‘cept the green rind? I never wantContinue reading “Out Of Season”
Carmilla Dawn 