my love grasps the thread
of her breath from the edge
of orgasm
she spins, spinning it
into a passion story
love after love
we exhaust each other –
in her heart
swirls something dark
in a space I cannot see
Chen-ou Liu
my love grasps the thread
of her breath from the edge
of orgasm
she spins, spinning it
into a passion story
love after love
we exhaust each other –
in her heart
swirls something dark
in a space I cannot see
Chen-ou Liu