after the first frost, you have to leave/
there are no glass windows, only screens/ i have seen it in the winter when you have to take a broom and push the snow drifts out/ you want to leave before the first frost arrives with it fox cub bite/ access is by canoe or kayak/ only a few people know about this secluded place/ a secret is only valuable if people keep it/ shifting wind like my tongue through strands of your shit hole hair/ carving up a life often in the dark against your surge of cum/