There is this feeling of deep consideration.
Will there be more to this undying admiration
Can there be an end to this yearning, only the warm sensation.
That is to be felt betwixt her thighs, yet still would I yearn to see these eyes.
To which is just another problem when there is a lack of material just imagination.
Would anyone be able to steal my heart from your cold clutch which I still can't despise.
No I don't Think there will be an end, My mind still my mind has such desperation.
Which brings me back to the beginning yet still not winning.
For others hinder thy gaming, which will lead to dueling.
After the blood is shed I'll lust for her ruling.
A deep sense of arrogant triumph I feel when the thought comes strolling.
Toward the front of thy mind, yet what do I find.
That all is false and it is all a mere dream she'd find to be somewhat unkind.
So we'll leave it here, so more spite does not surface.
We'll have no need for pills to begin to suppress it from the very face of my mind.
For surely there will be a bad taste after my name comes out the orifice.
That unusual sensation would send deeper regret for me to find.
Last terrible thing to grasp in my mind.
So let this from hence forth come to a close.
For it seems we've found the end of it all.
Most certainly let the curtain fall.
