Countless was the NO before been given some milks, 
From the ever reserved two enclosed pendulum breasts. 
That keeps motive running to same point whenever it is hungry, 
Exploiting the bed it once feared to get enough sleep.

The prickly nozzle, for bushy sake, pours out chalks, 
And in juicy dream like a fairly fired exams, many a question molests. 
Im everything to write about, for more than been angry, 
On the paperboard provided before motive, in troubling pace where purity got so cheap.

By the call of angels and amen, lips frozen up in fear. 
Also on the solid rock, thunder goes sinking. 
For the aiming blistering joy, dried up on mountain, 
That lacks longing edible breathes beyond sun's reach.

But be glad, for this; out of many, that in cheer
Lasting affection lost lust for peace,  linking... 
Blushing beast to dreadful flash,  feasting life's fountain 
To each friend, one to other pleasing to impeach

The possibility of mean perpetual twilight, 
To marching forward in search of perfect highlight.