Forecast

I'm focused. I'll have to get there. I've got a thing, well, things for turbulent journeys. I've passed through the valleys. Without a leader. Without a shephered. I live a life of abundance. Always going through a lot. I will get there. I always end up somewhere. Once upon a time I was in her place. An ambience so lavish as kings and queens would dine there. You see I never had a kink for older women. I never liked numbers growing up. Always kept my words, so age was definitely off the table. Whatever is on the table, as you know, should be sumptuous. Must send immediate senses to my olfactory. My mouth foams at the edges at the thought of devour time. Saliva drips from my mouth. This is it. That was it. The damage, obviously is going to be done. I'm so into it I feel like a prisoner. There are bars infront of me. I wish she'd rather be infront. A head on collision of tragic emotions. A coming down to. A travelling to a place. To her. Who makes me feel this way. She who weeps for my silence and my empty gourd. I can't pour. I can't.... You see growing up I think a lot must have been taken away from me. A coming up from. I love her and her guts. I admire her. Her heart that pounds for me speaks to me and says, "Come inside and stay". On my way in, I spot stretchmarks on her fleshy elavations.
I'll get there.