Rape my inferior girl brain into a dumb cow brain. I'm sorry that I was smart enough to know how to post . I'm sorry that I exist I'm sorry for not being good enough. I'm sorry
...the ripening of grapes on the vine, the soft lull of bees, the scent of roses in bloom, a hard book in my hand, and the warm sun on my breasts... reading in the garden is a sensual feast.