Trust Thrust

There is no mental telepathy between this union; Because I guess the lack fallopian tubes in that pot belly that never feeds Cut the tunnel of our communication till the only ocean view we have of each ‘worlds is the sea men: Testosterone, the test we are on where your manhood dangles while Responsibility passes you by. As if it did not oil its muscles while she came in the form of pleasure Not that there is much to measure because what quickly comes only knows how to go Hiding in the folds of she who holds no cause Inside her you spray your insidious seed and she screams bounty harvest While flat on her back the only world she has ever known you've ripped apart But then again you claim to be a healer; Why then protect this world when you stealthily slipped in and diagnosed the cause It is her naivety that is wrong with her She should have practiced before she met perfect She cannot claim that one thrust knows how to penetrate Her morals are obviously too high-men cannot jump over that hurdle Why then cry wolf when our trust merely thrust itself in and out? Besides months have passed by since the last medical visit So January’s coming cannot be the effect of my healing One appointment cannot give a curing of the womb So I will take it to my tomb that this is not my miracle So weep all you want Responsibility; After the pull out there is no re-connection not even a recollection One bite from your apple Eve can never be my salvation!