She laid on the bier

If my tears runs for you
Like Mississippi
It is because the sirens,
of your departure ringers in my searching heart
My tears like a trouble river
Irreplaceable rushing down my cheek
My breasts full, itching for your lips
Where have your lips gone?
I wish to see you laughing
From my soft bites
I wish to grease you up
Like a pork meat on fire
Humbly petting and caressing
Waiting for sensation
to wet your soft treasure hole
That Will accommodate My virtuous dragon, bambou stick that vomits fire
With tender moan I will push,
Push into plant my seed...

                Colynx