May 17, 2025
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 The Sorrow
Amaranthine Fetish
There is coyness It's in your voice Are you hiding from me? Or yourself? You start Then stop short A laugh that trails Words in conflict Whilst I? I sit listening Happy to hear your voice Yet as I listen A teat rolls down my cheek No Don't fret my love It's not for me © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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