Pull My Trigger My Love

I’m a figure of what some say

in the Adam’s apple relay

I do to you the same anyway

you look my gaze it will slay.

Tell themselves they do to

their own known usual criminal.

Rather me I have to say that

me I am my own animal. 

Raise this boy in your school

tell the stories you’ve told before.

Tell them to me in sheets soft

about the man you wanted more.

I am aloft in the joy of such

thoughts of our kiss our touch.

The splender if I may enter

these halls I call my crutch.

Feel this bliss kiss an adrift lift

of melted down verbiage maybe crisp

is a rhyme I want to share amdist

the unusual sounds I like to reminisce.

Fluctuate and radiate elate me do.

Feel this function function under shoe.

Yours is a fine example my dear

we stick together like glue.

Then we wander then we become

numb, numb, numb…

S.O.S. I send in distress is this mess

of a fool under whim duress.

Encounter me I may give notice hi.

I’ve got a story or two to supply

to your splendid eye my trigger

pull it my sweet love so I’ll comply. 

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Written and copyrighted by Jared Winchester (You May Not Ever Use This Without Consent)

Just kidding I don’t give a fuck. Lol.

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