Fondant Gates

The distance between us means nothing~ l've f a l l e n in love with you, despite the moon sleeping in your eyes, I d r i f t towards you like a galaxy of stars. Craving your ivory fingers to unfurl my ebony crest, flying me to thrilling northern lights, as I grasp your fluttering wings onto my heaving chest, enabling you to u n r a v e l and devour me, beneath artistically crumpled sheets, sprinkling sweetness across mystifying rivers~ of toffee lakes that are ready to burst, as you sensationally dive into these restricted fondant gates, to passionately feed beyond the luscious linen, finding your way around enraptured embodiment. An enigmatic enchantress you've so effortlessly tamed, conquering my walls whilst within a timid pupa, confined inside the vulnerabilities of a voiceless cocoon, but waiting for your mystical vapors, to unleash spring blooms in our souls, engraving "forever" on rose tinted glasses, for summer steam has commenced calm seas. But these venereal spirits can r u n wild, a vacant space that shall leave our eager ink to create reckless nights, feeling your claws ravishing their way onto my poetic spheres deeper and faster, letting your hands explore as my plesiosaurs guide, while you set my canvas on fire with your alluring quill, and you grip onto my realms like a momentous love ritual. A scavenger hunting for hidden passages, full of t r e a s u r e and p l e a s u r e sinfully scribbling about how tomorrow shall be.