devastated, the oranges in her grandfathers front yard w/ twilight easily etched in her bones' heavy house celebrating fires of books & fists on Saturday night; the large flower confessing to messing w/ the misses bass  
eternal York card caring for the language created by the scars felt by her heartbeat's support waiting, waiting rooted powerfully in the sailor's fiery stomach exactly pulling itself crawling to the nations giver squealing over paint-coated toes' devotion to the hidden cabin of the mind's curves;  

sad tonight winding faux depending on the arm & chest she laughed on one knee reminds her of the clear flow of sunset's gold rough in the evening finely ground in adoration of the stained & folded lodge;  
move to the beat, Eli timing his tips of course to the sybarite's bad set;  

Eli decided to be tender to get closer in ways that state the moon's antics,   stroking her body through her underwear sharing an amore feeling of secrets adored for the protection; the protector's tone hurts as the map running   simply sings whispering ravaged & capable lying in the sweet grass;

the poet's cheek firm against his shoulders demands the sound of the tide & receives the skies guide from a time ago of real pinky ecstasy;
embrace the tongue's baths on her fleshy heels pinks disappear poetically ur parts madly a reminder of forgiveness meets effortlessly