Departed trail & Bitter trials.

Eng.24 2016

Playing like a Mistress sonnet,

I thought I caught a feather from you,

I believe it was true.

I put the hips of Brazil  to my melodies.

I was the guitarist by stage C,

playing like a Mistress Sonnet

I could see her color the cliff heavens

and I felt like a hungry infant,

I believe it was true.

My hands grew hot with the awaiting grasp

 feel the body of taste of her milky tea,

Playing like a Mistress Sonet

I believe it was true.

Playing like a Mistress Sonet

I believe it was true.