Grievous Angel
Beast of Burden
My favourite time of the year is early spring when tree branches turn from barren sticks into blobs of unguent fertility which slowly turn from engorged sacs to priapic leaves. Every year, there is a day when the pods suddenly burst from the bark, dribbling sticky hot love jiuce from every pore, and this year that day is TODAY.
I'm extremely excited about this.
I may not be quite rational for a while.
I'm extremely excited about this.
I may not be quite rational for a while.