Do the lillies bleed down there? Do the butterflies drink their nectar? Or do they save their sweetness for themselves, The glucose glowing in their veins.
Come lay with me and let me Feast upon the ambrosia And **** the sweet nectar Of your slender body Until we both feel immortal And push fear aside For one night Then let’s do it Again And Again
I vicariously induce her where deed is factoid and she lie there my tack that raze on her back whether we might cherish this muse and ride track that we expose alike in the twilight that wake chubs astream and in this heat we kiss further that curses are admired as rules are acclaim and we are never dying together and this we sake in Jacob
As we spoke I could only think of honey It was in the flow of her velvet hair The brown nectar in her luscious eyes It was in her voice The taste of her sound Never have I heard a tune so sweet Soft red-berried tones Humming through her sugar powdered lips Pouring sunshine into my empty cup An elixir fit for the gods Blessing my mortal soul My sweet Ambrosia All that and much more
