the science is there,
therefore, of no interest,
the reality is simply too
fantabulous,
when my pores smell
your presence, your essence,
when your pheromones secrete
their secrets, my heart then
marks you,
and
my territory, and yours,
combined,
mined jointly,
lick your sweat from
between your *******
you look at me, thinking crazy,
but they are sweet drops
of our intertwining,
our bodies twining,
when twinning
when you take my head,
in both your hands,
smilingly an amazing
expression of gazing
so, ever, overwhelming,
and the room, the bed
effervesces ether odors
of this,
a new direction~creation,
we will, we have,
reached, not a peaking,
but a plateau,
to rest till we ascend,
transcend the prior depths,
when the quiet knowing
of the specialty of this exactness,
can be repeated, this perception
is our firmament,
*where our feet sky walking,
no fear of falling, for our pores
demand more, and the scope
of our mutuality for each other*
is unlimited.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 4:19 PM UTC
the science is there,
therefore, of no interest,
the reality is simply too
fantabulous,
when my pores smell
your presence, your essence,
when your pheromones secrete
their secrets, my heart then
marks you,
and
my territory, and yours,
combined,
mined jointly,
lick your sweat from
between your *******
you look at me, thinking crazy,
but they are sweet drops
of our intertwining,
our bodies twining,
when twinning
when you take my head,
in both your hands,
smilingly an amazing
expression of gazing
so, ever, overwhelming,
and the room, the bed
effervesces ether odors
of this,
a new direction~creation,
we will, we have,
reached, not a peaking,
but a plateau,
to rest till we ascend,
transcend the prior depths,
when the quiet knowing
of the specialty of this exactness,
can be repeated, this perception
is our firmament,
*where our feet sky walking,
no fear of falling, for our pores
demand more, and the scope
of our mutuality for each other*
is unlimited.
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