On you,
You conniving whore?
Where were you
in your mind…
While I poured out mi soul
and mi semen
into you?
Can I not shed a single tear
Am I not allowed the comfort
of grief?
Should I spit
What you would most definately
swallow?
What about the wind-swept cliffs
the heights our passion brought us to
The peeks we reached…
What about the orgasm of mi mouth
Saying your name into an empty morning!?
