Vixen Ignore advances, evade men-I am what they imagine I do. Hot young chicken wafting through a black room; breadcrumbs, jelly beans, ruby rocks. See me come spring, plot my path, catch me like rain in a bucket of holes.
Vixen Ignore advances, evade men-I am what they imagine I do. Hot young chicken wafting through a black room; breadcrumbs, jelly beans, ruby rocks. See me come spring, plot my path, catch me like rain in a bucket of holes.
Vixen Ignore advances, evade men-I am what they imagine I do. Hot young chicken wafting through a black room; breadcrumbs, jelly beans, ruby rocks. See me come spring, plot my path, catch me like rain in a bucket of holes.
I am what they imagine I do. Their eyes take mine through narrow hallways, trace my steps down darkened lots. They cannot trap me; let them try. Wherever I go, they wonder where I will end up next. Let them guess. I am red apples on tips of tall trees. Ladders do little, ladders cannot reach. Men hunger, women whisperyou, witness, you yearn yet reach only for sweet fruit. Have you met me? I am the nosebleed you receive in a midnight caress; waking, you touch me, although I have left. That scent? Hot young chicken wafting through a black room; breadcrumbs, jelly beans, ruby rocks, nothing tempts me. Cold, I sleep only with fire; warm, I was born into winter, dark Russian days. See me come spring, plot my path, catch me like rain in a bucket of holes hold me for now, then watch me go.