There is so much trapped/bottled up in my head, afraid to squander out the past expressions I’ve said. The hearts I have hurt with a simple twitch of my lead and a little more I’d have them in my bed. I must contain these thoughts/feeling because if left unattended they can do more damage than I've ever intended. So I threw them all down, no pencil, no paper. Thoughts of when a few words your girlfriend i would take her. With lies and false dreams, and infatuation never known, misting her underlings forcing her to moan. Beguiling her intrigue, astonishing her mind, sipping her slowly as one would taste of fine wine. No more passage for me with these works I am done, they are far too dangerous although they were fun.