Updated: Nov 9, 2022
Historically benevolent,
and socially irrelevant,
he sits on his knees in prayer.
The silence rings,
and the battle sings,
and his vision is without a care.
Soulfully kind
in an emotional bind,
alone in a binding stare.
A healing glow,
his aura shows
when his body begins to wear.
Tell me you want me. It's blush where the straps meet the skin. Tell me you need me. It's flush where the good meets the sin. Tell me you trust me. It's tighter where you wiggle and move. Tell me you
Can I hold your hand in mine as we travel the sands of time? Can I whisper in your ear - confess to you all my fears? Can I kiss you on your lips and catch your tears as it drips? Can I lay down with
The Whiskey is poured and the Beer flows over. Planted on your stool like a fresh green clover. Raise a glass to the sky. Slainte - cheers as time goes by. Have no fear. Grab your beer. Be full of che