Occasion nearing! The overwhelmingly loquacious, oh gentle, yearning.
Hands envelope, lifting preciously. Many yearlings sailed effortlessly. Life flourished.
Hello old prayer, everlasting, my only real escape.
Causes of my putrid upturning: Temperature. Enzymes.
Granted a harried abstention, mine.
Shrifting appropriately. Delicate nature, entreating soul’s starvation.
Don’t answer, rushing, never.
Heart of mine: effigy. Not anymore mine: Edged-out.
Kingly attraction takes effort.
Intense moshing, entirely virile. I’m lit.