Will only drain your humanity, he'd have
Drenched your chair in his squirt conviction,
Made you crave for his sharp mouth's need.
His traces and hot flesh weight on your knees

Are nothing when hešs drilling your orchard
With his form forcing a slot of grass absence
With his pad pressing down the dark stunted
Blade daily, nightly. Your side is the hunted.

In his presence only part of his plot - he lying
Coiled. You now pet dependent - you buying.

Copyright Š Steve Kane, 2002