Sex.... Poets...More Love Suicide

Sex is just a word..it lifts you.. parts you..washes you away.. It rides you..you never rode it.. Since death you ride..that..horses.. bareback seedless..one eyed shore... Suicides..tremble..every cowards... Deep inside..that timeless..whore.. Poets must..there lot..die young... Poets know the shame...in sin.. You sought so hard...once upon inside.. To hide..that shielded..cup of..mask.. Poets drip drops of red..Poets..lay.. Inside you all..Death Tripp's you all... Lay still..why run..A good poet...will.. Ride you like he rode..oaks ageless door...