i've a plundering urge to whom it is absurd, the black teeth the blood scribes the woe, the whither, the word i felt seen from afar telescoped warmth cups my right shoulder and i expand from shrivel in your forgiving light are you my soilmate ?
for you i prepare scents beading from my most sweaty regions a moist sporing emits in nifty allium spritzes i stammer to a standing position and exercise my full height
sporting, i swing and tap an annihilated aluminum bat sounding out my specific code of fidelations resonation through the ground and suddenly you are near receiving the humming up the souls of your doughy bare feet you shiver
i prance wildly and perfect kilter in my hips i offer to preen you i present you with a pyramid of spittle balloons i **** myself a little i sink my teeth into your side (it's not 'your jam' but we recover the mood) i give chase to you for you to be chased and it's a wild kind of keen fun and you are a madcap display of laughter and wide smiles and within i feel a gordian nest of some lust manoeuvre (maybe we can copulate face-to-face ?)
pondering scars wounds that were much deserved the white meat the bright stars delivered
who is rude to the rule of what is ours ? i knew you magnesium burn and unwholesomely dauntless bold your portfolio always within an easy reach your passionate simmering might you branded my eye and now we're similar mites in a feather simian partners surveying territory needs
and then you’re gone again vanished
and we are distant minds that strike the hour together like before between our signals I am met with cross chatter my hemispheres bicker and retorting memories barrage refunding the past and taking you away from me