mademoiselle-michelle: Your five o’clock shadow is Brambles and barbwire and bristling, thorny thickets — How I long draw you to your knees With honeysuckle-tinted fingers And to press your face into the Headstrong, burning copse That is my Center.
mademoiselle-michelle: Your five o’clock shadow is Brambles and barbwire and bristling, thorny thickets — How I long draw you to your knees With honeysuckle-tinted fingers And to press your face into the Headstrong, burning copse That is my Center.
