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I am searching for the right words to flow (do not fight me Sugar), a configuration of hot stanzas, or slippery free flow verse to scribble, to pen, in an elegant fashion (or maybe not so pretty), to get my heated sensual-point across to you. These fiery feelings are scorching my wanton-body, they're raging, all consuming. My shaking-body is on fire, it's a freaking inferno up in here. Ohhh Baby, I want to loved, squeezed really really hard, adored like a king, pounded incessantly into a lovely heated-submission, where we both explode, enjoy the most sacred explosion in the entire universe. The kind of explosive-action where two internal fires burn each other up like gigantic sunspots.... So do you Darling, do you Sweet Angel, feel me trembling? Do you feel my warm rush, way up deep deep deep inside your Heavenly gorgeous-body, between your quivering thighs? Ohhhh my God, Alleluia, do you see the rising sun? I can see it in your incredible eyes looking up and down at me... slay me please, I can hear flowers sing, I am born again!
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
I Can Hear Flowers Sing (A Runaway Fiery Poem)
I am searching for the right words to flow (do not fight me Sugar), a configuration of hot stanzas, or slippery free flow verse to scribble, to pen, in an elegant fashion (or maybe not so pretty), to get my heated sensual-point across to you. These fiery feelings are scorching my wanton-body, they're raging, all consuming. My shaking-body is on fire, it's a freaking inferno up in here. Ohhh Baby, I want to loved, squeezed really really hard, adored like a king, pounded incessantly into a lovely heated-submission, where we both explode, enjoy the most sacred explosion in the entire universe. The kind of explosive-action where two internal fires burn each other up like gigantic sunspots.... So do you Darling, do you Sweet Angel, feel me trembling? Do you feel my warm rush, way up deep deep deep inside your Heavenly gorgeous-body, between your quivering thighs? Ohhhh my God, Alleluia, do you see the rising sun? I can see it in your incredible eyes looking up and down at me... slay me please, I can hear flowers sing, I am born again!
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:43 AM UTC
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