I canst not sleepeth,
From the fact
I think of her
More than she knoweth,
Mine appetite for her doth groweth....
For her,
I'm a hungry beast...
Tis a beast a man becometh,
When its an angel who engulf's him.
And mine angel,
Is mine all to me...
Mine mi amour'...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Jul 12, 2015
Jul 12, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I canst not sleepeth,
From the fact
I think of her
More than she knoweth,
Mine appetite for her doth groweth....
For her,
I'm a hungry beast...
Tis a beast a man becometh,
When its an angel who engulf's him.
And mine angel,
Is mine all to me...
Mine mi amour'...
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
