Come To My Bed, My Pretty

'There he sits. Tie-and-dye-robed, apple seeds coiled around his neck, beaming an aura of flower power. There he sits, deep in thought amidst his pot, roots, tubes, herbs, and the black cat with the raspberry tongue.'

Listen to 'Come to bed, my Pretty' written and narrated by Anita Nair, only on Storytel.