and a flurry of synthetic bass
we made love upon the pyre of us
smelling of ash and clammy with sperm, later
I walked away uncomfortable and stiff in the legs
it’s always the same with you and me
WRITER | FEMINIST | FRIEND
and a flurry of synthetic bass
we made love upon the pyre of us
smelling of ash and clammy with sperm, later
I walked away uncomfortable and stiff in the legs
it’s always the same with you and me