Abused, ' It Only Grew Poem by James McLain

Coming to me thus at night by your warm, mouth.
Your how my fat and pout y lips the tongue around forever.
Darting in and out of me right there, I shiver.
Being small when starting out of mine.
Will I ever limp once more I move against that wind.
Why does it move out there my will is gone inside the cave.
Does your asking pull it out and move it in can I say no.
The moon that never sleeps it keeps me warm up high.
So little came so much I can't recall when deep in sleep.
When are we but grew and she is now my other sitters shame.