Lucy

Fairest deve whom thou lovest, thou lov'st alone; for thine step is to light to leave the imprint upon world's crust.
Thou livest only in thine lodge, you'll love anyone, who entreats room of thine, and bring him fairest warmth to parch.
But leave this room, and no memory abides in you, of him whom you open'd doors to.
No one should turn that knob or knock again in hope to return to,
Lest he shall find no place for him by the fire he once knew.

That he resides in your heart is not of my rue,
For thine love loves that you're not alone in your hue;
And thus thine love lovest alone, without memory being truth.
And I may find a paper to quench thirst solitude máde,
And upon it scribe your náme:
Lucy – divine;
But the throbs of my heart, are not pursued by my mind;
Only one thing my soul cravest that is thine:
Pussy, my sweet Lucy;
You juicy pussy, fine!

Njam.
:D