4-man tent, 2-man tent, mule with saddlebags, 35 days of trail rations, hooded lantern, 4 oil flasks, 2*50' hemp rope, iron pot, 5 sacks, 2 bars of soap, whetstone, spade, 4 water skins
I dream of you whenever we’re apart.
Your succulent body, the finest art.
Your supple breast that fill my hand.
The soft thump once you land.
My manhood throbs, thinking of you.
Entwined in blood, only us two.
Your leathery wings wrapping me in,
As your claws leaves testament on my skin.
My reflection a vile blemish,
On your shiny, obsidian skin.
The day of change I will relish.
As soon as we perfect our “sin”.
/Bindi, soon my love forever