to her thighs....
my taste buds
so eager to say hi,
if I was asked to describe
I'd say just look
outside,   Around the
time... when the moon
was destined to hide and
air conditioners kidnapped
the space windows and their
sills used to collide

While i strive, tongue
kicks a lure for her
sweet surprise.... That
collapse in time mimics
the anticipation of a
hydrant's refreshing
jolt when it's hot outside

her satisfactions
introduction feeds me
the thrill of that last
day of school during
dismissal time, freedom
for what seems like forever
it's two month limit always
fled past your mind

When she divides
and reveals the treasures
her structure was built
to hide... My taste buds
reunite with the flavors
of summertime

taste like summertime

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Unusual I've been
labeled, they laugh
I am handicap because
their prints I refuse
to follow so I'm
disabled ....

Never purposely
tried to portray this
rose amongst the
many leaves I'm just
walking my destined
path our god happened
to lead..... We all wasn't
born to sprout from your
common tree, some of
us unseen until the beauty
explodes from
underneath, or some of us
live beneath empowering
the entire scene from the root
to the roof we all have different
means

Antisocial I've been
labeled, they laugh I
am handicap because
I lack the ability to
see... What am I looking
for if my care only supports
the thought of lead? Blind
to what ever they claim resides
in front of me so they call me
weird and stare at me
awkwardly

Never will I
take part in ****
that don't interest
me just to sport another's
shoe I say f*ck your
common feet...

I'm sorry... I laugh
because you allowed your
god granted free will to
become extinct... your
handicap brainwashed
into believing that there's
only one way to think

Unusual

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Flashing lights....

Invade my sights
when my thoughts
are like...

Divorced thighs..
lips Swelled prepped
to resist my
goodbye...  

Constricted hello's
while I play peek aboo
with her insides... her
breast dance to the melody's
played when satisfaction stops
to say hi...

I love her music, encouragement
for our momentary desires to
continue fusing..... Her ******
brewing, intimate temperatures
beg sensation to convert into
fluid, her appreciation
oozing...

waste that demands
a volume increase
in her music while
her legs mimic the
speech of someone
in need of a pronunciation
improvement... Her stomach
too friended that stuttering
movement.... Excitement's
introduction to the lungs
is a bit confusing altering
the amount of air needed
and what the body loses

I love her music...

Soundtracks of lust
play from our bodies
as we continue this
bonded movement...
her tones, multi pitched
moans mixed with the
bathing sound of her ocean
cruising... our boats collide
lending us such blissful
bruisings,
smooth sailing.....
her unlimited supply
of friction proofing

I love her music
Day dreaming

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