Kings meal

i'm here all Year and all year im hereā
how come i have to see you everyday of the year,
can't be lifeāĀ
will be too weirdā
oh my dear, how do you grow Ā much fear
in this tear.
Really āit's eating me
and beating meā
how to stop
from finishing me.
Days to night,
this hawkeye has marked and locked on.
And In me so much fumes,
know that if unity
would ever come between
us twoā my fumes'
and your perfumes
will enlight humans,
too wear our loveā
and dress in our joyā
and dine in our paradise,
and if there's more,
to there appetite, will offer your shine as fine wineā
and our moan taste for sweet Lemon cake. And yetā
if there tummy still
not yummyā and there rollsā still stuffed with money.
Then will blush them,
with our kinkish bestā to full and fill there seconish.
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Comments
Hello JOEY!!..... this is a beautifully haunting desire you're describing here..... if you broke your lines into a more powerful formatting it would be even MORE impactful!!......ALL STARS!!.... well done dear poet brother!!......T xo
Hi.. Mr Taylor.. Thanks you so much.. Means alot coming from you.. Ill work on that.. Thanks for taking the time to read it my friend.. ???
Hi. Brother.. Now how those the format look ? Homefully better!Ā Ā Be kind to let me know. Thank you
Hey JOEY!!... sorry for the late reply ~ my life's a little crazy lately......you've done a VERY interesting reformatting here..... and when I say interesting I mean that you've accomplished what you intended....... Compelling stuff my friend!!..... Well Done!!...... keep 'em coming my friend...... and thanx for inviting me back to read this!!......LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xoĀ ???