Art of Liquid War

Bella, my Bella,my sweet Cinderella Avvicinatevi Bella allow me to girdle your cold vessel in this blizzard amidst my flames you can rest entwined with mellow melodies of my chest as I caress your heavenly as I comb through your mind with sizzling breaths of lion exhale, inhaling particles of delight emanating from insurmountable cling as I sing from soul, intensified by hold as you fold and mold a seed soon to sprout as I shout your name Bella sweet Bella, spicy taste buds serving dish of opulence hands manage to hold several positions such like octopus, we squirt ink across lily white sheet our art complete,Picasso,Picasso, gallery of tender,griping your waist gripping your soul fondling in streams of harmless lava,gliding in sweat of Nevada. Slipping in and out as you shout I cover your mouth as to not contaminate the canvas, as I cherish piece by piece until complete,a whole soul, the ceiling fan echoes erotic jungle in dark room, scientist of love discovering what keeps the jungle alive as springs of mattress squeals and try to survive , wild monkeys swing from mattress to dresser backs against closet doors art of liquid war sweat smeared on all for walls ,I lift, wrapping your legs around my waist drawing near my face extending tongue curling arms around your back until exact measure has been made for penetration,we faint in whirl pool of exhaustion resting on our backs drowning rug with divine fluid. Our chest quickly rise and deflate like a poorly made cake,the ceiling fan blows a breeze from heaven,I gaze into your eyes and realize your asleep, I creep to your beauteous sleep and guide your dreaming to another round, Bella,my Bella,my sweet Cinderella,caldo abbraccio,arte della guerra liquido. Italian- Avvicinatevi-come close caldo abbraccio-warm emrace arte della guerra liquido-ART OF LIQUID WAR By:Elliott Bowe