My mind races endlessly,
especially in the wee hours
of the morn,
when all is quiet,
when I lie
alone in my bedroom,
contemplating.
Like clockwork,
my eyes pop wide open
& I visualize sacred
sensual pleasures
of her
lying in sweet repose,
& me
a mouthful
of her pretty flower
curling her toes,
bathed in a flood
of her raw-emotion.
Lord knows,
I'm in love with
modern technologies
& make no apologies
for the penning
of such passions
between her and I.
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 4:09 AM UTC
My mind races endlessly,
especially in the wee hours
of the morn,
when all is quiet,
when I lie
alone in my bedroom,
contemplating.
Like clockwork,
my eyes pop wide open
& I visualize sacred
sensual pleasures
of her
lying in sweet repose,
& me
a mouthful
of her pretty flower
curling her toes,
bathed in a flood
of her raw-emotion.
Lord knows,
I'm in love with
modern technologies
& make no apologies
for the penning
of such passions
between her and I.
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