Stop biting your males,please

The land of silken money is a daydream
You are my past participant
Last stitch efforts have failed to mend my heart.
Doctor, the lost cattarrh has arrived in my lungs
I’ll blow the maths up in a minute then laughs all the way to the bonk
My husband  played down his pauses.He was in denial.Now I am

I play with bards on the card table
I leave no stone unburned when I have cold knight in my arms
Men,please leave your bark here and just whisper sweet laughingsi n my ears.
He said to turn left at the altar and then walk up the knave and wait for more guidance.But then I’d never heard of naves in churches, it was trial and horror
He was a legend for his kindness alone.His cruelty raised his fame even more.He veered from sado to maso-chism like a bipolar wolf
A leopard doesn’t arrange its spots daily but then acne is rare in animals
He is the blesser of two weasels

I let sleeping dogs fly
If you let the cat shout from the bag.I’ll kill you
Let’s call our love over
Let’s split our wounds between us.You have half and so don’t I

I think flicking one’s wounds is a worry.Just bit your males instead
Lie down with Brian? Give me a breast!
Life is the howling of worries
My life as a witch led to a flight of knights all white
She was as quiet as a blathering witch on cocaine… until her corollary was unproved or possibly improved.. it’s my bad handwriting.Was it an art attack?