You seem to have words that witlse,
Have you an image that creases the lines of my eyes?
Losing my stance in my prye that slowly learns the astro form id breathing as dog without a home,
****,
I'm shook,
Prismaticly seeing the lives who have reached my breath in the darkness of my mind,
Who's there?
Silence,
"Have you reached your peak?"
"Do you feel my hands, and lips *******?"
I move,
But do not bother as think of sleepless thoughts that gather in the shadows of my bed,
I move,
Another enters and moans,
I feel no shame,
I move,
Morning rises red-yellow,
Can you see?
I see my eyes caused by the veneration of the sun,
I got him,
My son