Lily

He only smiles uneasy, hints at what to say, asks if I'm released, a high heeled slumber, stones money holidays, does it make you wonder, how I aim to please , without hope or shape, spent with him away, me his little number, no matter the taste , a life encumbered, my insides screech, let me please getaway, escape on the breeze, come for me sooner, it's a disgrace, he still rolls the thunder, dances with the seed, rises very late, but he won't ever see, what I have in place ?