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!