Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
Harry Burke
totally
purer is no purer than you
he held me, you held me, we slept together
imagine projecting your own fantasies
on every body as you looked
how they’d seem to you
the world would know
if her body is your body it’s perfect
her body hurt for you