Long Distance

Blessed
Bended over
Thrown to the ground
Spited
Over and over
Like a King with no crown

Stressed
Hand it over
And don't make a sound
Seated
Slower and slower
With a ring all but round

Lured
Send it over
Caotic piss around
Licked
Colder and colder
As in a hunting ground

Bored
Flying over
Perfectionist bound
Lifted
Boner and boner
To the common ground

Vasco Pompaelo*