精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
Stretch Your finger and make it strong, and touch me. Then I'll become pregnant. Jove had her out of his head, and him out of his thigh; I'll have them both out of my words. So stretch Your finger, and touch me, like You touch his in the ceiling. Then I'll become pregnant, and have the wor(l)ds.