Post Coitus Rock - Joan Of Arc

Skin and eyes. 
Skinny skinny. 
Naturally glamorous. So 
naturally glamorous. 

A couple cold 
hammers. A bag 
of cut hair. Say 
fuck a lot. Shades 
of Dorian Gray. 

So in like 
in lost in 
you like 
a talking 
cornfield. 

So close 
your 
eyes. Explaining 
colors 
to the blind. 

Every gesture. 
God, licking 
and spit 
gently. Could 
groan forever.