Shadowy beginnings, no light… constant buzz: hmmm! hmm!
Beneath the heaviest fog of depression, you hear my whisper (it roars): hmm! hum, hmmm!
And I heard your sighs
sighs of need. With godspeed…
I raced towards your thrumming bussom (swell breasts) and your racing thoughts. Hmmm! hmm! hmm!
We cross paths, and lock in stare… beware my stare. I often redirect towards soils or concrete.
But last week, even when I was weak before: Hmm! hum! hmm! hmm!
I promised to meet, provide with a seat… Sit down in my lap, mon cher. See what the buzz is all about–be’elza-bull from somewhere north of south.
“Hmm-bzz-bzz!” hmm! humm… good. Weakened again. Weak in the knees, that serpentine gene was shook…
Humming hairs all over my body quivered a tremble; rolled into a Ball, the sassiness, back from pineapple express, said: “I’m an open book…
Hmm…hm..hum! Read me once more.
