trampette

let me in....these spiced, musty tendrils of your thoughts have wound me up quite nicely....

i have been painting all day...a nice vermiglione bunny, a ochre and gold sky, with eyes that are perfectly round and coal black with a brown heart drawn in one of them...

i'm in heat like the bunnies, i chew quickly what is laid before me on the ground...i quiver but i am not necessarily afraid...pout sore from suckling...i've got my four paws pressed rough against your heart...

i'm only happy in the woods........

honey:miele