Your sex is a swamp, full of life and death. I seek you out to behold your beauty and smell your stink, and then stake a claim to the unsettled spaces within you. But I will not stay.
I will leave my mark, but I will not stay.
Your sex is a swamp, full of life and death. I seek you out to behold your beauty and smell your stink, and then stake a claim to the unsettled spaces within you. But I will not stay.
I will leave my mark, but I will not stay.