“.spark with me.” [poetry.dream edition]
It was quite intense, with no sense… or some sense…And I was a guest, and you were the hostThen something was messed and craving’s utmostWith us under covers, pretending to sleepYour hands roaming over, unable to keepI rustle your hair, making silly remarkAnd you have no care, you just went with that sparkThose hands wandered… Read More “.spark with me.” [poetry.dream edition]