Bot Poem #9
Feb 15, 2021
You were giddy last night
We in your father’s house.
You have drifted out of me
Blinded by your lust.
You were making love
Under the sweet and sick sky.
You were giddy making love
Blinded in your lust.
You are still made happy
Making love
Under the blind sky,
You are cheerful and light
Taking joy in the sun.
