Affectionate Declaration

Her voice resides skyward Are avail is never sleazing Are conscience prays the bequest I touch her neck, swaying down her spine Her breath has never been so sharp Just begging for more We are seamed Harvesting the serenade Hitching the melodies Bacchus lightens the moment I see the beauty of grace shall fall Internal medium gone ethical Eternally it is a tone of pricelessness The corpus of body and mind Stimulating salvation This is venereal eve As the curtains blow in the breeze So warm, so hot, melting away Is this your love device? You’ve threaded me with poisonous lips against my senses Like cinnamon trill It’s burning within me It’s runnin’ in your veins We can’t shear away This is an affectionate declaration