Digging In My Trash

Dear: what did you find all you lovelies, Such sick little minds that you have in your head make me blush. Such is the nature of the sneaky hand that roams for pleasure while i sleep. Did you not think i would not know of the honey gone from my pole o you thief of the night in your cave may i dwell all your days. The mountainous pears with the buttons the buds spray my face with the nectar of age thats called milk.. Dripping face i must flee to your cave where i dwell all your days in feast may i lay.. Lovingly in you always...