I want to feel our bodies touch,
memories of rich, royal passion
filling our luxuriant skin,
a constellation of waves splashing
on us as I held your inviting, enticing
arms.  Your hands are so delicate
and divine, a glittering poetry of art,
a flowering frame of adorned beauty.
Your heavenly chest envelops me
in your bright golden rays of escape,
your silky thighs of vibrant highs
and surprises.  The way you move
your masculine *** divides my mind,
eclipses the equations swirling in your
cells. I love your **** dance, how you
play with your super-hot pole of ecstatic
thunder, pulling me under a thousand
enchanting seas.  You are magically
delicious, a smooth canvas of gangster
gleam, flawlessly saucy, and phenomenal.