Thousands to say just a thought beyond my scope,
A Moment to place a time captured in you.
Ramming my fist inside that cunt I have fucked.

You stab a place so deep and then,
Withdraw the knife and shove my heart, my face, my lust for you,
in a box away from you.

I paid for my sins infliction.
I rooted in a cellar damp and wet.
And find you hate me? Use me? Unplanned for me?

If this moment opened in your cunt and bleed for me,
I would weep red for my decision.
I planned for you, grew from you and now....

I am lost without the smell of wet pussy and soaps I don't know.
I am not away from you.
Speak in lavenders and extasy.