Waterfall Collector
She collected waterfalls,
That flowed from lovers eyes,
The ones that gushed their pressing lust,
To taste her inner thighs,
Her heart was under pitied,
By her soul that saw defeat,
Her summer song had long since gone,
Now taps a broken beat,
She knows that you are watching her,
But ignores you with a smile,
She feels your pressing eyes undressing,
Yet she'll hold your gaze a while,
She'll whisper sing you morning town,
At night before you sleep,
She'll come to bed and kiss your head,
Then cut off both your feet,
Your running days are over,
And your screams have just begun,
She's very sure, she has the cure,
As she carefully removes your tongue,
A.T.G.