You haven’t done a thing to bring this on,
But still I find my heart is now your pawn. I opened her apartment door, I entered her bedroom, she opened her kegs, I entered her. x video Then on Thursday I found this:
Time Enough
I don’t want you to think I’m casual
About this sort of thing; I’m not at all. You had in you
A storm of passion that was well-concealed. Then I will rage and ram and butt until
I gather force to pluck the fleshly weed
And cause a fire to bloom among your moss
And plow your garden with my liquid seed. You haven’t done a thing to bring this on,
But still I find my heart is now your pawn.
