Pretty spring , hot and now cold, reviving and dying again. The allergy prick to an alabaster skin. An iceberg imploding , the song of a robin, my hand in yours with the touch that cures. Obama is a coming while clinton is crumbling , your lips in my nipple ,my interior ripple.
Report cards are due and everyone's good, ah the blossoms of life , that spurs with a bribe, my poem , your socks, the flower , his cock. All closely related , down here in Jaded, don't wake me you old breath, I sweat in my girth. The trick is unleashed , the point conquered, your needle is sturdy, you got me all pampered. Spring is a whore that everyone 's paying.