Speaking of broken hearts and mended fenced in mem'ries I am painting skies of tangerine, saffron & an illuminated lilac hue against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is along with all the other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky
And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds Ice crystals freezing into supercooled water droplets Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers ..I hear them whisper, "hello"...
Blinding beauty through unadulterated sunlight I am fleeced like a lamb watching in awe, ..in wonder then stomping sounds of coming thunder,
Finding depth and height out in the stratosphere Blinded by the After Light or afterglow affected by the amount of haze I'm in a daze ...as I am reaching
High above the fading light of a brilliant early fall sunset I take a big breath of that sumptuous air and twirl my skirted legs my painted toes where I know I am back to solid ground
Appreciating the last time I say sleep well to you my dear summertimes sweet mem'ries and the fun we had this year.
flex and perspire my darling would you mind a small suffering for craven kisses to have your dark fig **** and drenching ***** stroked with a tickling finger lingering and strong hands around your sweetly curved throat that shunt the breath to yield willingly for sharp-toothed nibbles with surprise tongue whipping?
will you present your soft belly and cupping ******* for dark cruelties that excite beyond tabulation will you present yourself with smiles and goddess leg show sobbing for feral pink spires gleaming while quivering thighs turn hot red from the slap of the leather strap splitting stings?
will tears of love mix in wild berry utterance and flashing spitfire’s tongue?
are you made for this? your every whimper an invitation like an open pink gate do you need the saint of dark desires to rescue you from banal dim-witted all american in and out?
do you need to drown in oceanic wave tsunamis of hot butter **** glitter, blood flooding gasms and tender aftercare?
my wish that you shimmer like silver possessed by the saint of ****** popes of eros who fill you with the milk of the moon all stars that melt you into the depths of paradise
and that this dark ecstasy is the only suffering you will ever know.