I need to be dominated
Close to mom.
Sheswatching moves her daughter makes and
I'm teeny but I wanna date
A tom
Stanley
Mark or Dayton.
Talk like dad. Was opposite
The closet
Was my pre school box to play in
My bra was stuffed.
With every time I scoffed
At god for making me
The way he just had to
Create ****.
I hated it.
My toxic diabetic sweet tooth.
Dreaming of a *****
With a straight injection
Of a sweet fluid...
Needing Male attention
Neglecting truth
Like rejection. Is a dead move.
Watching on your crotch.
With peripherals
So hard never do a neck move.
Seeing. God incolour
But it's a sin
If you dont have *******
Or female parts
And you wanna *** dudes.
So you hang your head
Repress your sexmoods
And dread social text
*** you think every second
Your alive is approaching
Death soon.
Best chance.
Red hands
Of god. Eliminate. Your fighting fears.
The type of tears. That collide
With years of mentored best class.
Weapons that.
Leave dents. Inside your moral code
That leaks and pours
In wet lands.
At second glance.
The first look
Is best and forever only gods glance.
I'm a dead man. If not in gods hands
That's my best chance