He is day's melody
adorned by sun-blessed winds
rich and dark the manly warmth,
he always holds me ,caressing my hours
with spritz of a thousand songs...
Commanding flowers to unfold
the scent of his presence
mingles with that unmistakable
woody musky aroma,
lingering in whiffs of air,
heady and ambrosial
a fragrance natural, not bottled nor diluted
that my ardor burns.
And I become his starlight , his woman
he leans on me for water's sustenance,
with pulses of reverence and wonder.
Somehow , at all times I know.
in a forest of naked trees,
his potent balm protects our nakedness...
It was ours, this spirit...not to be shared
Sexual healing
she said is sex o clock baby
This words of her always turn me cos
She is beautiful with awesome curves
Her pretty face make me happy
Her smile is like a sun set
She makes me feel love again and again
What a beautiful soul
She is a gift to me
I swear I can always testify to this testimony
She loves me beyond words
So every time we get down together sexually
We feel each other beyond words
We fly above the moon together
We touch the stars more better than a jet could ever will
Our intimacy is more better stronger each time we make love
What a beautiful woman
She is a gift to my soul
Each down we get down together
She moans so happily
Always she ask me never to stop
Always she want more of me
As much as I needs more of her
I tell you no lie
Life is beautiful with an awesome
Sexual healing
.
eve's glister'n mirth
when i sing to her
soothez my deep
hern innardz rhapsodically
weep
when i add her name
mine prescious chavah
kiss’z me sweetly
‘til ourn
sleep
.
in thuh cup uv mine
dukes
her taut
rest'n
moaning
each syllable
pellucidly
i hear her
happy 'bout my back
home
,)
She flew too close
And she got burnt
She had tried relentlessly
to get close to him
But failed every time
His flames were far too high
And she couldn't douse them with her love.
She was spent..
And in the end she had to fly away...
With her resplendent wings
carrying her to better tomorrows
Paris Grey
.
i'm think'n 'bout beautiful
from it's side
her frock
perfect patternz
please'n
'round it's spun
mine heart's purr
whilst hern butt
'gainst my
.
thuh artist i've been
since mine first
pencil
lover since she put
that
[X] in thuh yes box
.
to pronounce thuh werd
az thuh scientist
took uh minute
yet
drip
leak
splutter
mine
all over
each hern raimentless
feverish frivol front
my'd
*"my'd": my portmanteau for;
'my been had' ,)
.
my teeth are tinglin'
my tongue iz produce'n
counterfeit wet
mine lips
girl
mine lips feel
neglect'd
bésame niña
ven aquí
(((cerrar)))
.
puffy
oooh so puffy
Trust you me Thick
first thing this morn
over her'z reach'd
tug'n
Lock’n mine
Claim’n herz'
thuh morn
Still though stuck
Her cute
bulgy
swole’d shut
genial
eyne
In silhouette of fervor hovering
That meanders vivid upon the night
The hum of music from so long ago
Romances the air... a twirl, a lyric
While tunes of mist stir of rhapsody
Along the harbor to fling and gently play,
A rhythm of craving beats, as lips intone
love's silent quiver, still as secret whisper;
From this earnest heart deepened by time
When dulcet songs of wind now fondle
Breaths' charmed trails gushing on- and on--
And words become an impassioned call
Deepening my hymnal interludes;
As our mellow kiss jangles like chime of bells
Slithering like a windblown mantra
....Luring my beloved at sea to come home.
.
i can az much uv
yourn wants
adore you
iv'e been bless'd tuh
know yuh
whut i know'd
uv'yuh
whilst mine sleep'd
adore iz
eazy
kiss me
don't
wake me up
.
this iz left in
me
mine
my
'perennial think'
ceaseless
long for
you
.
thump
pump
thump thump
pump
thump thump
thump
no need tuh tell me
i feel mine visage
it's crimson
it's hot
mine think
drip'n
pour'n
'pon this slip
Yahuah's Pluperfect Creation
mine chavah
front mine
preen'n
Thump
.
i’ve listen’d close
thoze werdz
‘fore
yet not so
pretty
venga
say it again
let me feel your
lips
tickle
mine hear
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