Little Root, Luis Cuauhtémoc Berriozábal
Charles Hood, Storm on Jupiter Little Root Little root, beautiful, the night approaches. Be mine tonight. Little root, vine of veins, be my tree, caress me with your hair. I wait here now. Your body, my body, rose and thorn, bring your whip, that hair, long and full. Thirst for infinite love, for […]
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