silo full of crass
stuff ass impaled
crooked curve slams
into grinder girl
home wrecker filled with head
write about it, as if it happened
but–don’t tell
your train rumbles through my track
the moon peeks through the cracks
you moan, you groan, you growl, then you fucking HOWL
and cover me in snow
“write about it, as if it happened / but–don’t tell”
I love this line… it sums up a lot of what we do.
This just has the lilt and language and feel of a good Chicago fuck. You’ll have to tell us your impressions.
A great coupling (or tripling?) ought to have a sense of place.
G
Oh HELL yes. I’d cover you in a couple of feet of snow, you bet.
(snow…I rather like that imagery, the comparison quite honestly never occurred to me before this).
– PB
A perfect match….image to text….love it!
I agree with Topaz, I loved that line!
Plus the arch in this chick’s back is chill-inducing!!