I'll fall in your embrace
With my droplets mizzling upon you,
Dear, would you let me embosom?

I'll wander around your infinite contours,
Gluing to you in your rugged facets,
Dear, would you let me explore?

I'll dance with your essence
And liberate your scents imbibed in me,
Dear, would you let me adrift?

I'll mingle with your hues
Without loosing my limpid self-hood,
Dear, would you let me defy?

Under the glaring sun, under the gleaming moon,
I'll shine back our entwined zeal,
Dear, would you let me scintillate?

I'll quiver and twitch when the breeze hits hard,
I'll cling to you with my sinking heart,
Dear, would you then let me depart?

I was lost to infinity, you'd thought.
But here I am, in pieces, but caught.
Dewy loam lets me in.
To unite us again, for love must win.

Dear, would you let me be you?
Dear, would you let me be us?

She persuaded the curvature of the seam. A dressmaking utterly agonizing, to reach the smoothness one must perceive, it has a regret with the difficulty of repetition of a trend.

Her foul purport carbonated the clear intent. But an impecable illustration did provide them with the warmth they intend.
The cycle lacked precision but their pliancy was a treasure so **** filled with her preciousness.


Velveted silk portrait embraces and confines a cause within a retrospective, a muse divides with a major uproar, one with the furor of nature uncontrolled.

The spell of glamor enchanted the failed dorks. They daydreamed fuzzy temptations to achieve their doomed ******. Of their antagonised exchange was born an incurable rage. The vexed source became cursedly recruitable for their loveable tremors, she had no knowledge of their cultivated adoration.

This will be our temple to our redemption and acceleration. It has consumed us all, encased conscious with translucent locked up doors.

The excitation has endure the incommensurable, the deluge did occur in the future. The scorn we throw to each other is acceptable if I desire to engorge her, it'll wear off your vile will, it'll grant me her savoury thrill.

Velveted silk portrait I beg you not to demise and ascend. We'll ravage the essence of your pure command, although, our adoration is the realest love spell.

I was snarling when I saw you embosom him, it felt like you were entering something delightful and never ******* ending. What was behind the blinds it wasn't supposed to be appreciated, we were always stood in a horizontal line and pulling harsh, all acts performed were a praying for your preference.

Velveted silk portrait, we encouraged you to revoke your beauteous den, to an addictive merriment. We'll howl with devotion to this new founding arts, her paint sparkled in the now dusky lane. A palace never menacing to our welcoming, an unfair entrance to the terribly but tender embodiment.

The gladness finally dragged us to our unfair refinement.

Even if you don’t love me
I can still make believe
That I love you
That when you take
Off your shirt and pose
In the bathroom mirror
With your spectacularly
Sparkling golden chain
Hanging around your neck
Your fresh fitted cap
Over your head
Flexing and mesmerizing me
With your addictiveness
I could undress you
Take you away to ecstasy
Embosom you in my soothingness
In my plethora of scintillating adoration
As I devour you through and through

I want to taste your fascinating treasures
Taste you with swirling whipped cream
And radiant red strawberries suffusing your body
Lick your charming chest, thrill your *******
Make blazing parlance emanate from your mouth
Mesmerize your intellectual thoughts
Embosom you in soothing passion
Manipulate the equations of your breathtaking existence
Kiss you sensuously until your world explodes
Until your body and soul is mine