Adifice that sacrifices my own farewell - on scavenged primer I step,
perceptual link that presses my breasts,
Secured on belts, hold tight to what's left,
On canny frames that respite with fragmented chromatic beams,
I lay to conjecture my dreams.
Oh tis a feeling to mall,
With my nest in clusters of my vail,
I undo the municipal part of my canopied tail,
Bruited by worthy standards of courtship,
I long for such things,
Down through drunken orgasms,
I lay but to ask of him.
Piratical spasms.
I am sane.
Inhere in to the ugly darkness that surrounds the day,
On top of long gowns and sheets of red,
I let myself internalize musket mess,
His rapture and existence may conclude,
I can undress in fond - baring nude.
Incumbent to a dreaded stare,
Whisped my face marks with chalk and stick,
I let him impair,
Making more of it.
Rolling in such a magnitude beyond recognition,
I feel the solitude that incisions,
Coming so serene with my place on this rest,
Leaning to my widened dress.
One hand on the post and one hand on most,
Taking his apple and breathing in,
He lets his deepness be spoken.
Having his way with the vail now gone,
As we conclude from dusk to dawn.
