Unspoken

Let the Melancholics delight at your beauty tonight. From the bossom of ecstacy down to the purity of heart You are indeed a ravine work of art A million words can't define you Yes, beautiful can summarise your radiance But the indepth of such rare beauty remains Unspoken For no word is worthy enough in describing you. Shall I talk of your body with an undiluted gut I will say, a sight of you sparks an erotic fire You are luscious in kindness, and your inclining anatomy evokes great desire If I in appreciation of you, be permitted to speak with body language I shall engrave my head on your supple breast And never will my teeth scratch your teats in the act I shall gulp from your udders passionately Spend ample time on each subtle breast Place pleasant kisses on your neck And won't forget to suck on your lips softly and delightfully I shall caress your darling breast and udder till you feel the impact in your spine I will suck on your divine grove more and more like it's a great wine This sweet moves will bring about screams of pleasure I will do more till my name turns a melody in your mouth Till you relish to suck on my mantle and bring out a sweet gamete I shall artfully rock your boat to ecstasy And immerse you in peak of ravine pleasure We shall both scream with the voice of a siren Your body ignite so much erotic fire *Aduke* every bit of you is my desire. As I write you this, know that my phallus is risen and enthusiastically waiting on your blessing.