last night i was pressing myself against you trying to soak you in. like sinking into a hot bath and wanting more and more. you growled when you were holding me and i thought of you as an alligator, but you keep talking about owls. and the music grabs ahold of that idea and dances it across the room; alligators playing instruments, trumpets and horns. the sound of the train is still circling through your bed, a centipede crawling over us slowly. indx | archvs | girly | notes | email | lj | bang! | dland |