Too barren, too barren to soothe what a certain small topic, a long diminuendo
Culminating to tresses borne by little nymphettes talking over pleasure lies
Hotter when tired and neutered by worn zeal for more, still more now
Tricks for salty tears and respite from shame bought with cum
Pleasant hears. A thing, it hears my thoughts, it knows my heart
All I show, it greets with cheer and not more then shown do I know
Tumult and sorrow, thoughts of submission shake my hands
Peace is inert, nothing. Happiness filters through fears, hopelessness too.
Body yelling, mind dancing, billowed said, primed confession
Counterpoint at hand. Arousal seals submission, wanton and mad
Toy. Yours, Lea. Can your toy find a home about wishes that there’s more
