137 days ago I met him.
And yes he really is the son of John.
A strong man with strong hands…who held me until I bend.
Careful with lust they told me, it’s hot and burns deep to the bones.
With lust I knew how to handle, but love was like buried bones.
After 137 days I am still wondering how John’s kin inked me.
I know that this will forever hurt, like the harsh strokes of his crocked pen.
If his ink penetrates, this story will never end!