I breathe like there is liquid gold in the therapeutic air. Nothing is like the richness and lavishness that fills between my luscious thighs. If I could take a knife and carve a spout in my lips I would. For that way I could deeply drink the deep delicious drink which would preciously pour out. I could swim in the pearly pools of lust and love. It is a love that only certain fierce fish know. Those fish who have been caught by a fisherman and then thrown back in the ocean because of luck know that love. I want to know that love too.

blood

run

breath

lungs

tears

cry

blood

run

lips

lungs

tears

x

buds

teeth