Marmoreal slide astro kiss
Shalt thou be succulent to mine aching tongue?
I needeth thee now lonesome one
Where art thou as me?
For tis no dream do I long for,
I pant to needing true amour'
I sit at Nahum's door
Waiting to be let into the megalopolitan
To skyscrape her eye's
To seeith into this angelic soul.....
I seeketh gold!!!
Not silver
For one to keepeth me on their leash,
Not noone else to be their dog.....
To skip to high grog......
A utopian of believing one another. ...
Not sleeping in dreams,
But awake to each other's reality!!!!