Sometimes, I must fill my black hole with a big, fat, hard truth right here for you…

I come here for you to make my dreams come true, for you to touch me, and like my sweetest treat, for me to suck on you, yet I fear I’m forgetting how the real feels, which plugs up my black hole’s suck…

Does that make sense??? Oh, we’ll, let’s just fuck.

(To You: I’ve been thinking about actually hearing your voice…this old stupid poem made me laugh;)