Immortal Norm

Feign neither to these visioned damsel life! Do ultra-pain ever vanish with time? Pre-infant, a thorny storm stunned out like a nipple Some say normally, it only tickles Stony bloke says, it's a nitty-gritty while my blood ripples What he wish to see ;for her to move fast out of cripple Several done seasons, her pistil rose grown Gone is when slip, now it's two boost slope Visual shape of womanhood enclose Even yet, they say, if guys whistle blow, put on a frown Deceit voice she heard, alot of love compose Yea! At every seconds, what are we to say of those? A stage to fish for one to lovelock in cage Distractions of many but one was name Having pleasures of sweet-bitter plan as it was read Pain dropped to her ball, till the thrice three months When that kid wail out the pride of her mum Be it continuum! Echoed the immortal Norm.