She had a shovel to uncover me,
I seeketh her tantalizing lips to smother me..
In dinelime butter,
And a glass of wine with goblet bread!!!
Her hair as a crown to wrap mine head!!

The nightfall is upon us mine muse,
Keepeth me amused,
For thou I shalt not use, but magnify thou in Repunzel status!!!

The dawn is right before us amour'
For we shalt be hand in hand to the store's
Of foliage and brisk!!!

Amour',

From whence hast thou come?
Thy strands flow and run
To Michelangelo sketching!!!!

We shalt lay I'm ourn bedding
Seaside of Latin terrace
A bus and a fair to pair us on eagles edges!!!!

Threadbare kiss!!!

We shalt entwine like ***** of yarn
Set ourn own fruitful farm
No need to be alone mine aimer!!!!

For doth thou dare?

To **** me in that is...

She slathered me in her froth
As I got lost into her mouth
She excepted me as a brute
I gave her mine soul in a pouch

A charm to be her eyes,
An amulet to be her heart
A sapphire as her soul
I knew her from the start!

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws

Love,
Lust,
Lies.

Still yet to decide
Which one defines
Everything we left behind.

Then again,
Perhaps it goes a little something like this;

Love?
Lust lies.

The wind whispers in soft, lilting echoes;
that enchant and linger the presence of idle stars and graceful jasmines;
on a musky summer midnight

What will become of you
Without any dreams to follow?