His smile is like the wind of a mystical dream
Playing each harmony on a grand piano in Beethovens honor
Touching my ever fiber with his breathe upon my chest, my heart races to become intangled in his population
Ravenous passion rains upon my world as his ****** weakens my knees, moaning in rythem alongside spontaneous movement
Caressing tender thoughts written on my lips only for his desire to see, he tastes my most inner secrets
Revealing my body's pleasure inch by inch, his touch consoles the fire within my soul.

When I was a child
I thought the hardest thing to do
Was sharing my lunch box with the other kids

The scariest thing was
Fighting the monsters
In my dream

And the worst thing was
Having my toys taken from me
And not getting them back

But as I grew up
I finally realized that

The hardest thing to do
Was not sharing my lunch box
It was sharing itself

The scariest thing that could ever happened
Was not fighting the monsters in my dream
But fighting my own demons inside

And the worst thing
Was not having my toys taken away
It was letting them being taken away
And not do anything about it