• rlc_coldquill 7w

    Tick-tock

    Amber Sun, purple and blue sky. I even see the moon, not full but in my eye. No lie, I can tell you my apple, but no reply, I sigh. I say damn, Eve be the move before I die.
    Rye bootlegger drunk off my supply.
    No face I can't deny, blank slate to confined. You seek and you shall time. Never waste it, cause no line is basic. Bars that you can case it.
    I wanna look at you naked. Don't fake it. Taste it. Make you wanna take it. Bake it. Reciprocate it. Let no moment to be tainted.


    ©rlc_coldquill