The sway of her love swirled in her cup
the appendage clearly broke
on her sleeve;
She wears socks with little bows
white ski blows on steel.
Don't weep in my mouth.

It's so good I can't mention
how *** is less
*** is less
but more caution than lust.

Truths taste sweeter when tricked up
red-flame hair and silky thighs
She came with trouble and left
with eyes - swimming in obsolete wholes
not halves.