Little stem of daffodil
clipped by my teeth,
two sly breasts revealed,
dabs of Monet’s brush—
one a wind-stroked isle,
the other a parasol in clouds.
From her body I breathe
until she peels and wilts.
Little stem of daffodil
clipped by my teeth,
two sly breasts revealed,
dabs of Monet’s brush—
one a wind-stroked isle,
the other a parasol in clouds.
From her body I breathe
until she peels and wilts.