Shotgun
Lovers fall in love inadvertently. Serpent-like,
The shotgun smoke slithers into the soul’s core.
Empty yourself into me unreservedly,
Scrape my throat for resin and pack one more.
Lovers fall in love inadvertently. Serpent-like,
The shotgun smoke slithers into the soul’s core.
Empty yourself into me unreservedly,
Scrape my throat for resin and pack one more.