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!

The poems have currently been translated all the way back to March 2017, others will mostly appear in Finnish. My apologies, the process takes quite a long time with this many poems. I hope you can still enjoy the ones that are translated!

Number of poems still to be translated

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