Girl On My Knees

Girl on my knees her skin woman's, where bulbs are floral not a light — she makes up darkshade eyes with pins girl on my knees while in her dress, no — sans that bright look on my tomb though still not dead — with her tongue's first memory's bite of a scarring sample of bread — Jiff butter or glue, both pry mouth. I stand in her soul, this movement girl on my knees