Onge-Body-Justice

See I’m trapped in that Onge-Body-Justice My imagination changes her body images And simply creates my ultimate Onge-Body-Fantasies I can literally see my skin tattooed to yours And feel my blood pressure pause Your eyes captivating mines I’m weakened by the curves of your thighs My tongue indulging the pair north of your hips Up to your divine, secretive yet seductive lips Lost in the waves of your body flawless in nature The touch of your hands screaming ecstasy The density of this chemistry so heavenly In-between pauses gasping for air - breathlessly See I’m captured in that Onge-Magic Thoughts too dramatic, yet so ecstatic, I’m an Onge-Fanatic I’m talking experience of mystic self-transcendence See I’m intrigued by that Onge-Sex-Appeal A glance of unique, exquisite, prestige beauty In the face of reality I find myself in the presence of a beautiful soul Complimented by her Onge-Body-Justice Onge-Body-justice So refreshingly Onge-Fantastic.