I’m so soft and warm under my covers
and yet,
my nipples are so hard…
as i lay beneath…
it pays to look up…
des communs élans…
i am hunger…
not a bird or a symbol…
favour upon favour…
behold and beheld…
love and happiness…
open invitation…
You have such a pretty mouth.
To feed it only kisses
would be a wasted opportunity.
— Michael Faudet —