your mouth opens wide,
and my gas is expelled
in loving memory of love lost,
my butt sings for you
Beauty in a flower,
and such essence of human kind
spreads like a joyful disease
whether an SBD or Shart.
Take my hand,
but do well not to touch
the finger of my life, weathered and wavered
from lifes pulling and tugging.
I leave in a wake of smoke,
a screen of my fear and longful mourning
of love lost,
my veils of methane give haste
to my ever changing emotions of lust
The winds of change are on the horizen, i smell
and your bossom of fire burns,
as my ass burns for you. |
Submission Name: Winds of Change
