Bangs

I glance over to her f**k me bangs

she is poised as a proper pin up

under my winters wolves beard

I'm panting with a grin

on her gaze I'm left wobbly and sloppy

words escape in stuttered happiness

there is no dying of the candle that is us

only the changing of the wick

Reviews

[Seriana]

Superb. She is your heart :)

[Damien Davison]

I loved that ending,
"there is no dying of the candle that is us
only the changing of the wick"
That is genius, really.

[Periac]

thanks much