04-02-2013, 01:51 PM
When all stretched out
my tummy swells,
like frog in drought.
Like me, he smells,
but not of sleep.
He dreamt of wells
so wet, so deep;
and then he slipped,
with out a peep,
down to his crypt:
too hot, bone dry.
But I am stripped,
with sweaty thigh,
and can exhale.
my tummy swells,
like frog in drought.
Like me, he smells,
but not of sleep.
He dreamt of wells
so wet, so deep;
and then he slipped,
with out a peep,
down to his crypt:
too hot, bone dry.
But I am stripped,
with sweaty thigh,
and can exhale.