Concentrate lips,shuttle kiss to fly you to outer space..
Two separate lovers, one entity to gather in one trace..

A child's place, the third heaven, not the in between... For fruits do grow here, no dispair... A land of gold and green..

Rosebuds to wrap their vines between there locked in thighs, immaculate conception of reasonable neutrality!!

Unspoiled sweated flesh to invest to one another...sister and brother do you hear what I mean?

Two lovers, both phenes of justice in ones arms../
Where trains take you to farms, not earthbound of course...

No shame, no remorse oh sadly looker, chefs shall be cookers,
Delighting treats of the six senses!!

Our blanket to be softly woven in by our own thoughts, where nothing is sold nor naught....

But given all freely.