Blinding blizzard stupid farts They toss and play with peoples hearts Its just not funny, a game they play reaching out for , a different day now and again they find a soul a juicy morsel and to and thro Its love they use as finger thus to stretch and strain its holy lust Vampiric ******* one and all They find great delight in divine fall.
A poem from my book `Woodwhispers` published on Amazon.