Daddy Cut Me See

There are two courses, only two. One circles round, two it run's, the other's, never seen. I never shared my gift of love, with those of soft pulp wood. I was always yours or hers, my needs were met by both, by candlelight. The other does her nails, the other's face, I wash away, the midnight snow. It is of course July, when it show's most. If of course one dies, another I will get, masterbating one, the other tries. The bell around her neck, for me she wears, Frost around her lip's, have turned them white. For in their bed I lay and do not stir, they stop, It is better than the night before. When I died twice.