7
Give me a piggyback,
and you’re made of wicker.
Flat on my back near fire and
Now you’re alight.
Took another ride to get height,
Your smoking limbs barely reach
My skin to feel.
Give me a piggyback,
and you’re made of wicker.
Flat on my back near fire and
Now you’re alight.
Took another ride to get height,
Your smoking limbs barely reach
My skin to feel.