Tis,
Its in these warm days
That I need warm grace
And a warm face to dilute me to her liking!!

Tis,
Its in these hours
That I seek a flower
One of attire and scent of god!!

Tis,
I'm lost and mobbed!!

Tis,
In this weary room
Ive layed mine tomb
Blackened doom has sealed mine tenure!!

Tis,
Shalt it get better?
If so queen speak up!!

Wherever thou art!!!

Tis,
When I'm sore for one to rub me
For her to plum me
In her jar of temptation!!!
******* explosion to sensation!!

Tis,
When we get hungry
To coalesce
No anger
Nor solid stress

Just bright nakedness!!!