BrassRing

BrassRing

Here we go again.

When a man brings love near me and eye must insist that he carry it away why dont eye have the right to say. Why do they look at me like eye am decay. When does the girl say do not dream of me for dreaming of love is wrong and it will hurt you in the long wrong. But she says Squeeee and thrills me to the uttermost. Eye like the lower level of my love. Eye have so much to look forward to the love the kiss the want the yearning heart. She has awakened me to needing. She has awakened me to love. To most of Yew it may seem silly for a blind man wants his sight a begger in his poverty wants money a man with everything to live for wants his lovers to want love. All of life is repetition no one wants a differant husband or a wife of differant origin every day why let me tell ewe missy girl a Hooker has her steady John she acts like a fool over him and considers him to belong only to her time and no one elses. It is not a problem to them same old same old homeys. All day long they play in the same berry bush with them same berries and his crokked stick. They meet on the sly stealing time away from functions and from life. No one notices them hidden behind the motel door looking at each other only kissing same old kisses hair is always black glasses on or off soft skin her melons his spangles are her course. And do they partake of love the lipps twitch they slide they hang and they move of violation in the afternoon like night has come to Earth. Let me have mye wife of six long years and let me eat mye steady as myself she has to understand my crokked stick is hers just to command. The world is not a care in the world for lovers in the day let me be your John we only have to yearn. To : lamb iff you understood this pookie pull my BrassRing. Here we go again.