Her breath—
Her breath—
Her breath—
was sour with warm beer in the morning when she kissed me
Aaahhhhhhhhhh…
Pale slope of her breast
Let me witness
Your shoulder blades
Permit me
To
Adorn your interior
With all that
I know
This morning
We are vapor
Her breath—
Her breath—
Her breath—
was sour with warm beer in the morning when she kissed me