RISQUE IMAGES OF CARELESS CREATURES
We are the lost ones. We found the break in the fence and we escaped. I was never the herding type and He became a pro a swimming upstream long before he knew of my existence. We are the raw fruit in a kitchen filled with canned goods. He is my shepherd in the night and I am his by day—‘fore I found no shame in my nudity, and He’d sworn his allegiance
to a GθD who has no name.