Dorando I He wasn’t appreciated much most artist ain’t. With his fur collar, pimp stroll— hair slick back smooth mouth…know how make yo hips move put you in a mood, where you don’t wanna to get out of yo feelings.
Hey everyone! I recently got three new poems published in The Quail Bell Magazine, and I’m super excited to share it with y’all. Please click the image below to view them. Thanks! Mountain Girl Nancy/ Vicious Essence of The Night
♪Don’t know what I wanted I have a memory back at that party I was all over her we didn’t make out or do anything I just remember I was lonely I guess I am always it’s not a problem it’s just something I got used to it every stranger makes me feel safer […]