Our short story had long strokes;
You and your hair on top me,
Moving slow and steady
My nails marking my territory
You, trembling to breathe;
Me, going deep down;
Us, sweating like the monsoon;
Quivering long strokes quench the hunger…
Our short story had long strokes;
You and your hair on top me,
Moving slow and steady
My nails marking my territory
You, trembling to breathe;
Me, going deep down;
Us, sweating like the monsoon;
Quivering long strokes quench the hunger…