I handle my previous
With tight gloves of no value.
I shake hands I admire
With naked skin.
I grab hot stimulant liquids
With shaky fingers.
My chubby fingers lie crossed,
My mind flies high.
Science meets poetry
I handle my previous
With tight gloves of no value.
I shake hands I admire
With naked skin.
I grab hot stimulant liquids
With shaky fingers.
My chubby fingers lie crossed,
My mind flies high.