The same kind of fear that kindles the center of my cock, is the same kind of voice that echoes in sleep. Thus God keeps my attention. In fire. And I, the unconsumed, answer at once in song, vulnerable, fearless. Robert Winnie
The same kind of fear that kindles the center of my cock, is the same kind of voice that echoes in sleep.
Thus God keeps my attention.
In fire.
And I, the unconsumed, answer at once in song, vulnerable, fearless.
Robert Winnie