Picture One

The love she knows makes only one sound
The type of vibration that tears between her thighs
The type that teaches her how to lie in a cold bed
It lubricates her throat when she swallows a frog
So this is how you must love her
If you want to make her world go round
If you want to keep her from wandering
Into strangers dms and sleep walking into weird places
First, you must ask for her account, to keep her accountable
So you’ll not be left on read, or served breakfast at noon

Vera