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.
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