Today I sit and begin the story,
the one I know so well.
Today she reads and hears the words,
that explain his inner hell.
This girl he took so long ago,
and kept for his very own.
Is still the sparkle thats in his eye,
as she has flowered and completely grown.
So few could capture him and hold him tight,
of the several he had met.
Not many could touch him or kiss his cheek,
much less kneel and be his pet.
This girl he kept so long ago,
his Misty is so dear.
She had the gift to comfort him
so he keeps her ever near.
One part baby yet another slut,
and even a bitch resides.
Her eyes like fire and lips of honey,
as she nibbles against his sides.
Her juices so refreshing
as his hunger devours all.
Her moans so revealing,
as he feeds against the wall.
His Misty is his passion
let no one miss the view.
This pet of his rewarding
as he shifts and changes hue.
So now the words can flow
to any who wish to read.
He speaks of her forthcoming
and fill her with his seed.
The knots hold tight upon her flesh,
as she shakes and moans aloud.
His thrusts within her calming
as he consumers her in his shroud.
He fills the girl and captures her
and takes from her the soul.
His eyes burn in to her innerness
and calms her to the core.