David looked at the horse, jealous of its dental work and swag
The valley was full of unknown treasures that clouded my mental capacity.
The stars complain of your foul stench
My mother named me Latrell but I found Sara more fitting. Sugar lips taste bitter on the soul
My mind wanders down a dangerous path full of your sharp wit and jagged intentions.
The small white flowers remind you of your ancestors
The intricate crevices of your body are a maze I am waiting to lose myself in
Nothing could lift the ****** tension between our bodies.
The clouds sneer at you and spit on your home.