...Then I am endless.

A marriage of the hopefully forgetful
A union of the regrettably understandable
And never has there been so little perfection in out diminutive hourglass world
So quaint is the man who collects infidelity in a box and whispers love to his wife before sneaking it into the bathroom.
That fucking bathroom
He desperately flushes his seed down the toilet where it rests with my own reprehensible surreptitious guilt’s.
And yours

Tick Tock
Tick Tock
Even the Virgin Mary
Touched a Cock

Skip, Skip
Hop, Hop,
Just insert
And it goes POP

So sweetly sing the children of the New Generation. GlassFuckDoll corporations faxing womanhood with pre-packaged promises of popularity and fashion. But the greatest crime is not in the dial tone that pulses with obscene and luridly evident meaning. No,
It rests in Me.
…because I look. My thoughts betray me.
FuckMe Boots laced with the perfumes of desire. If Love is forever, then Lust is the GOD that created time. And if that is true….
Then I am endless