Onto Black And White

smear a once life onto black and white, inflict a wound and wonder, how an infectious satisfaction can come by the separation of what was attached in flesh, deep enough I will fall pale, carry on dear, you know what I like, carry on dear, I want true color of love, that is what I will share, let me give you my all today, let me suck passion from your lips, so much love was given, I fell in it, you may always return, and when I’m absent fondle your flower and think of me, fantasize my enjoyed company, and if fatigue shall come to play and drain my life supply of all its fluids, in my time of weakness allow me to reach for you hand, I will find strength.