quasi_sean

I'll clean all of your sores w/a brittle tongue that laughs like sandpaper & love letters in the Sunday newspaper lifestyle example of chivalry & excuse to touch you--

cover you in tofu kisses imagine soft reveal in the aqua-lit basement behind the shelves of journals & paperbacks beneath the pool table around the bar--

I am scattered in a million different pieces of undisclosed location w/fingers on & all around me.

this will be afternoon sanctuary drinking lemon-aid and discovering twisting around--we'll play seizure fits and hide and seek in the closets.

just save me.
my juices.
and smile.

after show. i cum. alive & before.

and you wear python skin
for eyelids.