#52 – Sweet Ash

Blacker than ash, With a dash of sweetness, It's deeper than a well, Silent and beautiful, Grasp the cup it dwells in, Over filling the sides, Thus you can not tip it, This way or that, Just sip, Just taste it's morning glory, Like a nympho itching to be relieved, As your eyes come unstuck,…Read more #52 – Sweet Ash