Affection is misdirection to infections at best.
One night an erection, then a baby at breast.
The whore cried, "no more" in a desperate yelp.
Children beneath the floor still muster a help.
Disgruntled grunts and Gregorian groans.
Cocks into cunts are concocting clones.
Feathers and leather. Flesh in hand.
No one glares better than a desperate man.
When a boy lies, it's to avoid repercussion.
When a girl lies, it is to get sweet revenge on those she loved.
Hello, sweet angel. You came.
Oppression, depression smeared on her face.
Choking on affection. Disgraced and misplaced.
Teenagers drool in a hormonal heat.
Moaning like mules. Miserable back seats.
Broken condoms bind into a null marriage.
All was fine until the miscarriage.
Affection is misdirection to infections, at best.
This lame erection has been laid to rest.
Suffer no more. Put your pain to sleep.
Won't you rest in my arms?