Last of the Sweets For My Sweet.

I just wanna enjoy this moment underneath this dazy and hazy sky with my mind in the clouds. Sweet memories of your breast like two does playing and hopping together. These thoughts flow like wine in my head. And to be quite frank as I am always to you, I lie. And I dread of the day waking up next to you when I am dead. For I will not hunt these shadows of you. No indeed, no longer shall I chase ghosts in this forrest. For I have picked up the scent of a lesser stag. In the same woods my energy was in the physical being of a young gallant buck. But when peirced with arrow of the lofty marksman I am now in my present form. I have lust for other prey that makes my tail wag. I have become a beast of my fears. Knowing only a tear from my beauty's eye will break the curse. Only pure love resides in your forrest.