kissed inhibition goodbye. she blankly stared, understandably scared. in some cellar of celibacy she yielded to me. framed my poetry. but the well`s drying up now. crapshoot for the crown. blood, a dry sponge morale. not one red page. dreams plead rage. she blew the conch of my consciousness. my futile distress call. up in the downfall. but the well`s drying out now. crapshoot for the crown.
