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It is the wintertime
When I find his warm
Loving caresses
To be the best feeling
To my buttery blissful skin

His appealing kisses
Thrill every perimeter
Of my being
Sends me into grand trances

Let me venture
Into his hustle
Harbor his ardor
his veiled dreams
As I drift and dwell
In his magnetic flex
I spend too many nights thinking
Wondering, writing, dreaming
Of someone who doesn't even think of me
My mind drifted
Into deep dreams
Where his flowingness
Charmed my body and soul
He was entirely
A spellbinding vibe
Mouthwatering, daring, rare bliss
An ample exhilaration
Beyond time and space
A love language
That stimulated my membranes
My cells, my brain waves
He was all I knew
All the man I needed
To make my fantasies
Come alive in the night
Of his stirring wildness
When I had consumed
The last shot of ***** *****
I slipped into a night
Of naughty thoughts
Thinking of visiting my crush
And sharing lasting kisses
To elevate the magic
To show him how invested
I was in sexing him completely
I imagined biting his bottom lips
Tasting the oozing blood
As he moaned sensationally
I commanded his handsomeness
I was an uncontainable beast
Ready to release explosive heat upon him
 May 2021 Paul James Woolley
Love is fake
Romance is a lie
I will be alone
Until the day I die
I'm always going to be alone.
I crave your invigorating smell
I want to taste your solid body
Feel your flaming kisses
Your uncontainable hotness
Enveloping my flesh
My nation is ablaze with exhilaration
I want to fall under the temptation
Of your amazing hazel eyes
Fade away in your **** beard
I wish I could be with you
Fly away to glamorous Neptune
Humming to your angelic tune
Let me be the moonlight
Of your delightful essence
Let me lean into your dreams
Kiss your stimulated lips
Add my magic to your dynasty
Subtract your inhibitions
Multiply our worlds together
Create unlimited paradise
I am an old can, expired way past my open date
Fresh is not a word I would use to describe me or my pain
Maybe blunt or numbing or agonizing
Could be a part of my new recipe for life, for living
You see, this old can, has been in the same shelf for last few months and today out of all the **** days out of a year
She decides to open me up
I'm sour, ugly rotten inside til my core my juices; they clump when she began to pour me out
No doubt, I was ready six months ago or maybe even 2019
But now, she can't even enjoy my the sweetness of my whole, golden, buttery flavored goodness
Tosses me like nobody's business,
And yells, "we out of corn"
****! I was happier in the back, with
The spam
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