If he had insight, he could invite a lover


    Midnight in the moonlight but he knows her


    An apricot veiled by a apple bottom


    She’ll suffocate his free will like a hot broad to a bastard fish in the wind


    Fishing line, can you gouge out his eyes?


    Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.Pour some red wine, colour his heart


    So grey down there, can he drown in the sands?


    Grains playing games, can he escape?  Outside a drug


    Crows croaking, snitches glinting cold, default state of mind


    Calling, contentment is rowing far away


    He’s at the shore, no steamboat.