By Erin Vance
sit cross-legged,
they drip honey
onto my shoulders
rub it into my
breasts and feed me
with their fingers.
A hand reaches
inside of me to rub
elder in a whirling
pattern, to keep the swarm
inside.
By Erin Vance
sit cross-legged,
they drip honey
onto my shoulders
rub it into my
breasts and feed me
with their fingers.
A hand reaches
inside of me to rub
elder in a whirling
pattern, to keep the swarm
inside.