After dark, energies flow in manners that pleases them most braided together in lust, two king cobras were seen spiraling up when darkness like a camouflage sets in thickly around,you're the marijuana of my mind, seeking far horizons of pleasure. I willingly seek oblivion, when pink pointed goosebumps like tarantula's love bites, results of mating time cruelty infest all over my body's landscape, signatures of ecstasy.
I feel your lips become, moist, soft, honey from each drips never enough,for me, is it possible to get inebriated more? Your sighs and moans speak the vocabulary of a forgotten ancient language love hurriedly resurrected for us from past, brevity is the crux of that lingo of erupting jets of desire, it teaches you to moan in fifty different tones in all;even more?
Your sharpened nails etch cave murals on my itching back that has the searing taste of blood, in hot hot chilly red. my taste buds of lust, begs for more and more of it. You are the marijuana fueling my narcotic flights that land in your misty land, enveloping my senses as a whole. "The night is still young, hear what the darkness whispers" I hear you speak like an oracle, on things about to happen.