This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow
I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room
Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt
I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette
To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....
Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
This northern chill is freezing me
To mine marrow
I needeth seraphim blanket
To covereth me as a sparrow
I'm shaking from the frost
Tis its mid June
I seeketh all affection
For one to lock me in her room
Tighten me in her tomb
And throw away ourn route
So noone shalt find us
No worrying nor doubt
I needeth her satellite coverlet
To play ourn kiddish games
Under ourn window pane
****** carnalism smoothed in febrile roulette
To be invisible to the other's
Just ourn own come-hither now
Naughtily ****
Bodie's blast off by sonic sound....
