Holly Water

Sweat Feel her breath, Be the seed. Taste the beads of sweat running down her chest. Feel her breath, Dampining the side of your neck. Taste the bittersweet conviction as she pretends this day is plain Sorrow, so sorry I'm to beaten to worry. Sorrow, so sorry I can't touch you my virgin Marry. Look at her eyes. Your reflection deep inside those forever brown eyes. Why are you afraid, those eyes? What've you done to those eyes? Sorrow, so sorry To worn out to worry. Sorrow, so sorry Goodbye my virgin Marry.