Eyes deep and dark as if linked to the primordial abyss,
It was if you could see further than the blank faces of truths and lies
It was as if you could clearly see what is and what is not, for you.
I see you.
Voice commanding attention like the horns of heavens army and as soothing as their zithers, your lips it's succulent strings.
How do you move so free fluid in design how you choose to love is invasive with no lines
So let me in
Skin smooth as molasses and ravagingly rich in flavor, I would imagine, on my tongue.
Body as bountiful as the late harvest, your delicacies just as sweet
when your legs part blessings flowing, falling miracles, from my chin to my feet;
ceremony, a Thanks giving for this decadent feast.
Get on the table
I crave your assortments curled up, laid down, bent over with all the sides
Greedy for the textures and scent like honey bees are magnolia.
Abundant as Gaia so I'll touch every corner like the sky,
the heat of our sol is ever high; in the still of the night I wish to bask in your moons light while I rise and conduct your tides.
Good times are savored not kept
A self, if I don't help , watering flower blooming how and when ever it sees fit.
Passion like the sun, radiant and all illuminating; like the moon on a still pond, while you seem grounded your true home is in the sky amongs the stars.
Aug 29, 2021
Aug 29, 2021 at 5:05 AM UTC
Eyes deep and dark as if linked to the primordial abyss,
It was if you could see further than the blank faces of truths and lies
It was as if you could clearly see what is and what is not, for you.
I see you.
Voice commanding attention like the horns of heavens army and as soothing as their zithers, your lips it's succulent strings.
How do you move so free fluid in design how you choose to love is invasive with no lines
So let me in
Skin smooth as molasses and ravagingly rich in flavor, I would imagine, on my tongue.
Body as bountiful as the late harvest, your delicacies just as sweet
when your legs part blessings flowing, falling miracles, from my chin to my feet;
ceremony, a Thanks giving for this decadent feast.
Get on the table
I crave your assortments curled up, laid down, bent over with all the sides
Greedy for the textures and scent like honey bees are magnolia.
Abundant as Gaia so I'll touch every corner like the sky,
the heat of our sol is ever high; in the still of the night I wish to bask in your moons light while I rise and conduct your tides.
Good times are savored not kept
A self, if I don't help , watering flower blooming how and when ever it sees fit.
Passion like the sun, radiant and all illuminating; like the moon on a still pond, while you seem grounded your true home is in the sky amongs the stars.
A mix of adoration and **********
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