The Essence
A sweet bundle of Joy
In the summer I craved your hand to be mine and I duly wed holding down our midst of nonconsensual thread, sown in my uttered and most earnest desires. though your hand still refuses mine, I still have an unextinguished, untamable fire. I, with my web, wish to hold you in time. I shan't be so unkind as to not let free will be. I want thee in my web and belonging only to me. with my mind unchristened and its entirety surely less than pure You refuse my present need and you offer me no cure.