Satunnainen teksti

The purr of a fire gyre

I lick your ear and serve my lap
I purr with you to the sunrise

In the light of a campfire there's a bare silhouette
fingering your eyes more lustfully than the flames

Would you open your legs and swallow my mind
like a wolf that's howling at the moon



Majority of the poems from 2017 to earlier haven't been translated yet,
so they'll currently appear in Finnish. This is an ongoing process,
since there's a lot of 'em. (Please do enjoy the newer ones tho.)


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