In my night
terror,
I hear the pounding
of
your wings, ripping and
tearing
at my feeble heart.
It\'s beating,
but
barely,
bomb-blasted by your
attack.
your love is like
a stroke;
like a bloated toad.
I\'m road weary,
teary-eyed like a
sunflower.
And you scream in
the darkness like
a lamb.
I long to cum in
you.
I\'m like dentures
chewed on by a stray dog;
teeth missing,
jagged like a
jack-o-lantern.
Damage control is
your best bet.
I let you way too
far in.
No turning back now.
I\'m like a dumb
cow led to slaughter.
I\'m miles away.
You\'re on a
different
island.