Don't
Let Your Son Go Down On Me.
Apocalyptic
sentence,
Hark
the Sparrow sings.
Deafness
calling,
Torn
my tiny wings.
Though
defeat,
Of
a love I held,
Keeps
repeating,
See
my light beheld.
Woman
abandoned,
To
be never again.
Twisted,
embittered,
No
more of the same.
Rugged
Adonis,
Sends
me a sign.
Passionate
lovers,
We
take our time.
Fever
betrays,
To
seek my reward.
Taking
revenge,
Could
I ever afford?
Somehow
betrothed,
By
love I am blind.
Tender
surrender,
His
mouth ever kind.
Strategy
failing,
I
die for her curves.
Sensual
potions,
The
feminine form serves.
Broadly
elated,
Alive
to be taken.
Renounced
promiscuity,
Where
my tower be shaken...
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