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


5/6/2016

Note!

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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