an ocean of sound and she Nikkin Rader But light what soft these fingers quake her breasts are lactic placid snakes empty your spit upon his face overarching hearts ache in wait The ocean wept to the stars that night while her body lay beneath water lit bright legs spread apart so bees can sting the thighs open your orifices to foam white sand in mouth as welcomed as the sunrise open wrists we give red to the sky and […] Continue Reading
