What is love?

[baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me, no more]

Eating me alive.


How does she taste,
Thirty-five years later?
The same?
Does she squeal the same squeal,
when you cum on her face?


Itinerary.
Ulterior Motives.



I don't have a daughter.



"I am Jupiter, you are Mars.
Let's align."
Cryptic;
thin film of grime.