Her lovers She spurns
but carries their wet seed
to my bowl, to my drinking bowl
their spent lust, their slosh
She empties squeeze by squeeze at me
to my great, adoring thirst
.
Adoration
Her lovers She spurns
but carries their wet seed
to my bowl, to my drinking bowl
their spent lust, their slosh
She empties squeeze by squeeze at me
to my great, adoring thirst
.
