Best Rheum Poems
The thinness of skin
parchments across
blue veins and brittle stick bones
dreaming of budding branches—it lays loose
you've matched my desire
with phrases of burning leaves
flames—flaring gold, yellow and red
rheum fills my once clear eyes
but echoed memory guides me
through forests of fall
descending with feathered down
from empty nests
dulled and lifeless fodder for fire
ungathered leafless—
forlorn as stalks of dry corn
still, I eye beauty—
voice symphonies of words
and build bonfires from
each passing
night
In the rocking, rolling surf I picked up a random seashell,
And just listened to the sea storms lullaby, the curling of
Spray urged a hushed soft whispering echo, what an ear
Fulfilling symphony impressed my vivid imagination of
Fertility!
Sweeping this beach combing land locked refugee, to
A distant place beneath fathoms briny deep, an aquatic
Paradise shined in brilliance before my pondering eyes,
I’m beguiled by the opulence emerging, to the life
Surging all around me, this spiritual dreamer on a
Vision quest under the big blue’s sky scape!
Just then I pause to hear all the sounds around me,
The whales trumpeting, the waves crashing against
The rugged, craggy shoreline, and the rushing undertow
Smashing on the coral reef below!
Blending in perfections melodic curve in successive
Musical notes, are the distant sounds beyond human
Comprehension of the unknown, unexplored discovery
Zone, yet what beautiful music this unwater world
Makes, for all the senses to in drink and partake!
Squalling seagulls screech above, as a swelling tornado
Cloud of silver Minnie fish form in twilights shifting
After glow of the mid-afternoons light!
Textures aquatic sound waves lull me in tune
With natures under seas ambiance, giving this
Mystical realm in exotic feeling of transitioning,
I’ve been transported beneath, and dwell as a
Part of this magical sea scape captured in it’s
Vast beauty of light and sound, lost an
Inspirations muse!
Suddenly the tones change as the storm winds
Blow in, the sea orchestra refines unto rages
Thunderous climax shattering the peaceful silence!
It is the sea storms lullaby, rocking the rolling surf,
To destructions ultimate rheum, awakening this
Day dreamer from slumbers awakening shifting
Drift!
Lord Titans waving his mystical trident, lied’s this
Classical chorus of mariner’s tragedy, set to destiny’s
Thunderous overture of aquatic rapture gone airy,
And here I’m standing alone reveling in the musical
Hail storm spell bound, in awes after effect!
Listen to the sounding sea, can’t you hear its sweet
Melody’s lost within the hushed silence of the seashells
Mystical song, in essence spray it awaits thee, come
Along mystic dreamer and know the true essence of the sea!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten,
In the days of wine and roses.
As champion kisses are exchanged between the
Youthful hearts of the innocent, another cork
Is popped, in this cozy interlude of memory’s repast,
Shattered lies this tempered fragile glass, smashed
Against the fireplaces inner mantel, leaving a frothy
Foams liquid behind, causing the crackles embers to
Burn higher with passions flame,
In the days of wine and roses.
Hand cut floral arrangements, plucked apart
Then tossed asunder, a petals trail to silken sheets
Of pleasure, sorrow’s bedding is lined with feathers
Down, angel wings tender sheathing to protect the
Wounded child of innocence, curled inside perfection’s
Illusionary dream, evolving into a flowering silhouette of
Womanhood.
In shad’s refection of repose, she weeps thus diamond
Tears that float away amongst the Lilley thorns, within the
Rippling pool of the timeless,
Oh those were the farewells for-get-me-knots,
To those days of wine and roses.
Valentines shaped boxes shredded into confections confetti,
Thrown into the air of clarity at the ticker tape parade
Of the broken heartbeat, as it explodes into a zillion pieces,
Tissues spent candy wrappers used to wipe away, moistures
Sorrows of regrets folly, thus the tender reed bends into
The winds of emotion,
Behold the tokens price of loves devotion,
Back in the days of wine and roses.
Vintage bouquets of elegance, tarnished with age,
Yet still retaining lusters shine of everlasting beauty,
The faithful clinging to the shadows of the past,
Hopes dreaming romantic, waltzing in rheum with
Memories of illusion, showered by petals of color,
From those days of wine and roses.
Flickering in the night, a melting’s texture of regrets afterglow,
Candlelight’s waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth,
Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a
Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten,
In the days of wine and roses.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUN
Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through
The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections
Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting pages,
Of the ever turning calendar months.
Against the frosted goblet of remembrance, lie champagne
Lipstick kisses, impressions left overs of smudges residue
Of love's betrayal.
Celebrations bursting bubbles of memory, turning into frothy foam,
That slides downwards, off the empty bottle of regrets broken vows,
Of the New Year's promises sensed past.
A clicking symphony of tiffany tears, shed upon the satin pillow shams,
Dried are the rose petals of passion, cold embers burn within the
Hearth of the tender heart.
Bold is the youthful yearling, whom stands upon the Oedipus of
Emergence, strong is the inner being, a blossoms flower yielding,
Yearning to sprout, to feel the warmth of the sun's loving grace,
Yet banished beneath the weight of truth's injustice at the end.
But in hopes faith it grows, lighting up the box window pane of reality,
Climbing upwards towards the heaven's enlightenment of
Tomorrow.
Ripple do the waves of the timeless, one more waltz to dance,
Another romance to enhance with their devotional trance, a
Lingering flickering flame moves across the ocean of the broken
Hearted lover, who listens only to the music’s rheum.
Oh in desires high pitch moment of consequence does not
The innocent victim lie slain, at the footsteps of lusts threshold
Of adulthood, evergreen is the tree of the New Year, and
Loneienesses vines, creep along the life lines of the
Devotional heart.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I think feel a breeze
A breeze and a touch of horror
Something makes my breath seize
The stings of inner torture
The beast of the dark just passes
I hear the pings of its awfulness
Horrible snuffs complementing terrible masses
Something grip me here – oh fearfulness!
Now what – silence…
The quietness of the graveyard
I sense trouble in disguise
Only that worse turns bad
Oh wait, I can see
Slow approaches of eye balls
The burning eyes of the black beast
Monster, you, coming for me or my pulse
This is it my adventure fiasco
In the ever-dark ghost room
I would rather die like a hero
Behind this locked door with my rheum
As I’ll lay my back on this door
Oh beast feast, on me feast
I can hear quacks as I fall
…the door open at least
Massacre! Oh massacre of the beast
Sun ray-the enemy of the dark monster
Came in for its burnt feast
Because the door opened
Run freedom child; keep thy body low amongst the shadows,
Nay never look back, lets hastes speed excel your stride,
For the devil’s steeds ride behind thee, and they’ll show thee
No mercy, run freedom child, run, towards the distant horizon.
Travel beneath the lunar light of the lantern moon, let its
Rays of illumination guild thee, towards liberties jurisdiction,
To the northern boarders beyond slavery's killing fields.
Beware the night-stalkers whom ride by the white lightening’s
Flash and sting at the bared flesh with the task-masters lash,
Humanities wolf pack on a blood scent’s travel, biting at thy
Unsaddled heals, Run freedom child, Run, for they are a Coming!
Deep within the hollows divides listen to the whispering winds,
It echoes with a low mournful tone, a sounding’s rheum vibrating,
With a shock waves raw force of power, it is rails of freedom
Burning towards thee, Harken freedom child, and listen to the
Thunderous cries of the Underground Railroad.
A payments ticket price, is the will to survivor as a free man,
Stamped by the inner beating heart’s desire, to taste the air of
Liberation, and to soar with his winged appendages outwardly
Amongst kindred flock as equals.
Beware my friend for far above thee, two birds of prey are
At battles striking range, for your soul’s precious blood.
Behold the southern night hawk, struggles to drag thee back
To entrance of hells gates plantation, yet the great eagles
Sharpened talons are driven deeply within its crimson bleeding
Flesh of ignorance, biding thee time to flee to freedoms
Safety zone.
Run freedom child; keep thy body low amongst the shadows,
Nay never look back, lets hastes speed excel your stride,
For the devil’s steeds ride behind thee, and they’ll show thee
No mercy, run freedom child, run, towards the distant horizon.
All aboard cling to the iron handles of the freedom train,
Ride by the light of the shivery moon’s lantern of illumination,
And harken to the sounding’s echo of freedom’s distant winds,
Calling unto the souls of all men to be free, to excel, and to
Soar with the currents of equality as equals, amongst thee
Brother’s kindred.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Golden leaves transcend autumns harvest, contrasted by
Blazoned reds burnt offerings of summers final sacrifice to
The changing of the seasons, oh what a palette of magnificence,
Is nature set to the rheum of our universe!
In the chilling winds of falls grace, does the very breathe of
Winter chase, swooping and swaying through the branches
Of destiny thus to cometh forward, tenderly the trees do cry
Shedding their tears of color airy, brown to tan!
Racked piles of gathered teardrops, lain upon the lawns of
Evergreen yards, that are capture within the freezing breath
Of seasonal appease, for soon nature shall rest at ease, in
A blissful sleep, until awoken by springs warming whispering!
Rainbows harvest of autumn is this Kalightoscope of coloring,
A showering cascade descending in sheer brilliance reflecting
In the bitter sunshine of falls rebirthing, and the simple poet stands
Completely at awe, beneath these limbs of natural beauty,
Left alone to ponder the wonder he’s beholding!
Crushing footsteps smash against the idle puddle, containing
A single leaf trees sacrifice, the forget-me-knots remembrance
Of the summer gone past, and the winters fiery hearth of promise
To come, what a blazing embers of shadow to contrast, to a dreamer
Suddenly awakening from hibernation's spent sleep of illusions,
Now walking in a golden light of this autumn shower of the reflected!
Clinging do the lovers of this timeless season, bathing within their
Gaze lost amongst these trees of beauty, strolling along the lanes of
Passions unforgettable moments, photo impressions memorized in
The human thoughts album, forever to remain untarnished by age!
In the fields the farmer puts his tools of trade to rest at last,
Gathering prides harvest unto him one by one smiling,
He’ll warm himself by the flames of family and tradition,
Until the toiling begins next spring, the man shall sits at ease
At the hearth of hard works fire, as the leaves of autumn fall!
Let the dreaming poet write, allow the lovers to stroll undisbursed,
And the harvester to rest his weary brow at last, for the golden
Leaves of autumn are falling, cascading unto the evergreen lawns,
Gathered together into the piles of leafy teardrops, of summer
Forget-me-knots!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Beneath the hailing of the storm, my baby
And I hold each other close, rock in to the
Rheum of the rain, let the thunder strike,
As it chases after the tail wind of the lightning bolt,
But all I hear is his heart beating in tune with mine!
Passions earth bound blaze, as desires lustful spirits
Sets this night a flame, I’m ignitions token to spark,
And he’s the fuels kindling, fire and ice melting together
In perfections ultimate blending of lovers, just listening
To the rheum of the rain!
Tender petals of moonlights ecstasy, fall within our silken
Sheets of seduction, let no tear drops blemish this magical
Unions bedding, for under vows spoken umbrella our love’s
Devotion protects this cherished couple!
Dream weaver, within your mystical inspiration these timeless
Castaways, drifting upon the waves of pleasures endearment,
Listening to the rheum of the rain, floating amongst the tides
Of their life together, carelessly set free within each other’s open
Arms of love!
Let the clear mists flow across the puddles of rainbows
Reflections, but we notice not for we’re lost within
The gazing ripples flowing between us, as exchanging
Softly words whispered in this night of lovers,
Whom rock in the rheum of the rain!
Let the sand castles melt within the surf’s spray,
May the world pass us ideally by we are not,
Allow the very mountains to be consumed
Beneath the commanding waves of the seas
Themselves, but it will not disturb this
Totally perfection shared between him and me,
My lover and me!
Oh Lord God, I’ll hold no ideal above thee,
Except the image of this man whom rests besides me,
For he is mine heart and soul, the very life breathing
Within me!
As his blue eyes open in the first rays of sunshine,
My world begins to spin, as we share good mornings
The clock begins to tick, forever the stars linger
With every breathe he intakes, and exhales,
Behold life is fresh and new all over again!
Two rain drops flicker in the twilight hour of night,
Spinning from heaven, as silver tinsels of crystal
Water, chasing each after each other, as light prisms
Of passion cascading downwards hitting the tin roof,
As two lovers listen again rock to the rheum of the
Rain, what a sound to behold!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The Lyrical man of passion’s sacred song,
Gave his heart away to the Caribbean Queen,
In the fine crystal glasses of fine champion of desires lust,
Did he so drown, beneath the frothy waves of the tropical sun?
In the morning’s sweet rising, this poetic bard shed the tenderest
Of sun kissed tears, that melted in the heat of the hot horizons
Blazing oceanic dream.
Yet within this love sick heart he thus bleeds, eloping words
Of devotion from the farthest shores beyond, but the enchantress
Seductress dances the island waltz of the erotic, softly he sings
Unto this maiden tan and most fair, I’m here for thee, but
She does not hear the verses of this lyric man, passing him
By for a Jamaican band.
For no thumping drum, can beat the rheum of his heart,
Or the strumming of sensation’s that burn within his soul,
In raptures pleasure a raging voice echoes unto paradise
Lost, a thundering hurricanes proclamation, come home
To me my tropical princess, but in silences response,
Lies nothing except deafness silence, rippling across
The distant waves of sorrow.
What angel dethroned from heaven’s grace,
Caused loves sweet arrow to aim so wrongly,
Hitting this misaligned target dead on sight,
With regrets folly the only true outcome.
Oh do the island sirens so weep for him,
This Lyric man, who’s loving torch burns
Within the sands of pleasures betrayal.
Light as the feathers of angels does his
Song ring out, enchanting mermaids even
To rise from the fathoms deepest depth,
Splashing sea form at this temptress of
Faded illusions, yet still she responds
With empty sighs of rebukes disconnect.
He sits still on isolation's stage, playing
A melodies soft tune of lost eloquence,
This music man of thoughts passionate heart.
Silvery strains of diamond perils glisten upon
Briliances waves, shinning beneath the tropical
Sun, laying on top of the big blues surf, these
Are his tears of devotions everlasting love,
Connecting his heart to this his Caribbean Queen.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
In the airs sweet whispering can you not hear their humming,
These cyber kindred joining together, strumming, across
Oceans, beyond continental divides, it’s a shared song of
Harmony!
In lyrics of verse, rheum and time, expressionism of
Grandeur, shared idealism and emotional tides,
Swaying in the winds of the poetic imagination.
Harken, and listen to the brilliance in melody,
On this international internet family known
As poetry soup!
In the lyrics of these artist bards, are the binding
Ties of paper and ink, yet we share so much more!
The instrumental blending of cultures, beliefs,
And emotional diversity’s, merging within the
Written words of the creative artists inner soul,
And being!
Gleaming stars of friendships, shinning in a
Timeless connection of love, understanding,
And a mutual tolerance for all our differences,
Can be shared and expressed without
Repulsion or offence!
In this unique forum true beauty of honesty
Is shared, between the hearts of mankind,
To encourage and inspirer the next generation
To come.
We are the open hands that offer
Guidance, the words of praise to inspiration,
A shoulder to cry upon, if the tides of emotions
Seem to overwhelm!
After all we are all family, friends, and the
Kindred to humanity, here in this society
Called poetry soup!
Let those whom have fallen at the words of criticism,
Find a calm river of peace here, a helping hand
Of understanding extended unto them, and
Allow them to stand again with a prides honor!
Inspirations lit torch of the future burns brightly,
Uniting us together in this cyber family!
An international netting, not made of wirers,
But of friendships, experiences, and emotions,
Here in this global sphere called earth,
We are one!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Nearby runs a mountain stream, purified with crystal rays
Of sunshine, in the pines a wild wind flows downwards
Brushing against the thickets, oh what a beautiful country,
For which I dwell in, at serenity’s farthest edge of tranquility!
In this wilderness of spiritual wonderment, here I’m free
A wondering rambler drinking in the brilliance of the far off
Thunder, as a mountain storm breaks the hushes of the
Afternoon!
Let this castaway of reality dream forever, in this hidden
Valley of the timeless, never to I want to awake from this
Picture perfect postcard of the imagination, just me free
Float lost in thoughts of this paradise lost!
Eagles fly amongst white powder clouds without interference,
Gliding on currents of freedom, as the night crickets prepare
For their twilight symphony, and the wolves howl in the vast
Distance!
Oh here stress has no place, and the city life seems as if a myth,
What else could a soul ask for, but such simply bliss as this,
To know the call of the wild, and experience it!
At the babbling brooks head waters, I sit pondering just this,
As the wild creatures rush along a hidden mountain trail,
Lord this truly your country under heaven!
Amongst the stars I feel so small and insignificant, yet I’m
A part of this environment of splendor in perfection,
One signal note in the rhythm of this mountain lullaby,
Of simplicity’s musical chorus!
Within this cabin I do listen to the rheum of the rain,
It patters against the tin roof of reality, sliding down
Filling my imagination with the comforting sounds
That no matter what, this storm will pass by me,
And tomorrow starts another day of freedom!
Free falling into a blanket of stars, I’m as a
Child again swept away in this world of fantasy,
Awakening to the glow of a sunburst, striking at the
Horizon, splashing it with the color pallet array!
Nearby a mountain stream, purified with crystal rays
Of sunshine, in the pines a wild wind flows downwards,
Brushing against the thickets, oh what a beautiful country,
Which I dwell in at serenity’s farthest edge of tranquility!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Where Should I begin from? My words are like scattered stars,
The fingers rummage for words. Pen is rent asunder. It runs away from me, in reality
I return back to nostalgia; the dead dreams are still in life their,
A castle of fantasia they have built, from broken wishes: a fool’s gold, in reality
The world turns slowly: Great illusion for eternity. Poor departed souls,
Deaf forever! No one can hear them, acceptance is essence. Longing is vain, in reality
Pain is both agony and fertility. Ah! these lessons of Philosophy
They turn my heart brave. It’s on war with divinity. Shameful truth: it stifles, in reality
My heart is an idol worshipper; bring his idols from their height
Enough! I am being cursed by the heavens. Save me. Convert this infidel, in reality
Sins are rolling down from my eyes, bring onto me, The Purity
Now I repent, after no word. Baptize me. Lest end this drama of life, in reality
The moon is imprisoned in daylight, the sun brings anarchy
Moon guides the passengers of night, with her light, not her light, in reality
The effulgence of my rheum, a mirage, for my soul
What guides my mind? Is it filth? Or pursuit for my desires, in reality
The birds on the trees with the image of dawn in their eyes
Arrival of red on the sky, Begins their life. Or counts their time, in reality
Everyone thing is dead, only my eyes alive, they pay homage to my guilt
I have been thirty for years, quench my thirst, or let me be Husain, in reality
Those dear things I lost are forever gone. They envisage my dreams
As you write this envoi Muzzaffar, try to realize what is gone, shapes life, in reality
Dear Lady Liberty get down with the modern times,
Are we not the land of freedom, let the new rheum
Fill your scents, and let us all rock on!
The world is spinning with a harder edge beat, and
We as Americans thrive on its high power over drive,
The bigger the challenge the smoother the rolling stone!
These times here are rough they say, but a nation born
From this tough working class, just grins deeper, and sings
Louder our praise for the red, white and blues!
Toils tears are soaked within our Levi grains, as we play,
Born in the U.S.A. on those sacred radio waves!
Give me Liberty or give me death, is a history phrase,
We still believe in today, as the rocks blare and burst
Against the nights sky on the fourth of July, and in the
Back ground sound it’s not just noise, but it’s us American’s
Getting it down!
Blaze forever onwards slamming it ever onwards, the rhythm
Of the people, for the people of this nation of Rock and Rollers,
Die hard individuals that make this land worth living for, working for,
And believing in, the message lives on in our words of lyrical pride!
Sun down you better take care, for foreign invader better beware,
For we are the generation of Mr. Lightfoot, and here we don’t
Play fair!
Brothers and sisters gather beneath our flag of honor,
Blessed by God, in fortunes favor, let the golden eagle
Soar forever free above this nation Gathered together
In liberty, and justice for all!
Let the storms rage be as a thundering bolts reckoning,
We are the strong, the people of pioneering generations,
The enduring, the surviving, so just bring it on we’re
Ready for the fight, as we rock the night with our
Torches lit bright, for we are the Americans, standing
Tall and proud!
So let us rock forever, join in the hard core beat,
Can’t you feel those good vibrations, chiming from
That cracked bell, it echoes down those majestic mountains,
Across those amber waves of grain, behold the ties that
Bind us together in a timeless rheum, of humanities
Brotherhood!
Dear Lady Liberty get down with the modern times,
Are we not the land of freedom, let the new rheum
Fill your scents, and let us all rock on!
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SAVING DAY LIGHT
I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight,
Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow,
At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures
Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy.
For him, I am the dancing gypsy, shedding my silken vials
Asunder for the rheum man, whom makes my heart
Beat. With thunders roaring flash of loves stormy weather.
A castaway’s dreamer of desires unquenchable thirst,
Even though I’ve been swallowed whole, beneath his
Ocean’s cresting tidal waves of erotic persuasion.
Oh in the light of his saving day light, let the sunshine
Sacred rays, shower me with illumination’s passionate
Honey comb kisses, in the golden hours within his arms,
This cupid who’s disarmed this maiden of the sultry sea.
Within his blue eye I’ve ascended to the heavens
On pleasures unbound wings, touched the face of
My maker, then plunged at a free falls hastened pace,
Clinging upon devotions everlasting love, I’m a defeathered
Dove, seeking one last moments sigh, from he the
Master of this flightless bird of paradise.
Cruel is the slow night’s waltz to come, for I must
Leave this man so loved, by dawn’s light to rise
I so shall claim him once more.
Until then do I so dream of ecstasy’s reclamation,
By savings light of graces gentle whispering, come
Unto me, I’m waiting for thee, within these
Silken sheets of seduction.
I’m a dethroned princess, who would give up
Her kingdom’s precious fortune, just to be united
To him forever, this my black night of daylights
Unsheathing, behold the king of hearts desire,
Claims his queen of pleasures pon.
I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight,
Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow,
At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures
Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy.
My silent serene soul softly craves your candles of crystalline calm.
Your gallant greens of golden glow gently beam with bumbles, bashing blissful thoughts in a thundering whisper.
Our chemistry and connection is madly enchanted in ethereal crimson certainty of nectar's new dawn.
I want to own the oceans and you like I hold my butterflies and beliefs.
Rumple my radiant lips on silhouette sheets of your secret shoulder yard, leaving amaranth art of kisses on your lavender chest.
Letting your spikes of spices chase me into a search of serenity.
You are my wind in the wild storm.
The whisperer, wanderer in my mystical melodies.
You are the tempting thoughts in my tempestuous tides, thrilling the turbulent twilight of my heavenly heart.
The mesmerizing midnight memories in the infinite brain of my independent heart.
I'm nightfall without your luminous laughter.
I'm dateless without your conducive calendar of pink promises.
I'm the death of a wasteful war and torn tears from the endless screams.
Be the pondering puzzles of my relentless reasoning.
The savoury solitude in my sour soul.
The hibiscus honey and roasted peanuts in my poetic pantry.
My rustling reckless reflection in muttered excuses.
And I'll be your rainbow, your Rosa Juliet.
Your chocolate cosmos. Your scout for love in the jungle of jasmine spring.
I have fondly found fleeting fragrances of happiness from the ryhming rheum in your eyes. It is daring densely, hallucinating hazardously, making me stare still till I blindly bleed in haphazard hues.
Till eternity my love, your secret silence is the riff in every song. It is the splash of every sound. The hair on my stirred skin. The pulchritudinous phases of pain in astrological agony.
Stand, stand my sublime king so thou shalt see the height of my love for thee.
Listen, listen my charming prince so you shall hear my painting in every voice.
So you can feel the breathless bath of the present and the tickle in the tapestry of our voiceless vows, viciously channeled through the thighs of our bond and the sync of your seductive grasp.
So I can smell the wind of your hands slowly stroking my sensitive skin and the attention of my hairs saluting your stemless grasps.
My soul critically craves you my workshop and I your tools.