La Rev

Ah, Rev. La Rev. She allows me to be who I am and I don’t have to put on a false front for her. All other e-mail is irrelevant. She is my only username and password. When I drink her I don’t need ice. I don’t even need a glass. She’s a cloudless rain. She tans my skin. She’s a spotty leopard. We make love in the trees. Ah, Rev. La Rev. You are my dream, you are my scheme. Let’s conspire a new tree to climb.



Next:  Hungry

This entry posted by J Rand : 10:56 AM