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Click hereWhere did he go? When will he come back?
This mythical man, pulls at my soul. Somber
nights, spent spinning tails, of spectacular
suspense. Shaking me, to the ground. Trembling
terror, takes over titillating my senses, with
rhythmical rhymes. Serenading my soul, again.
He breaths wantonness, into a willing body, of want.
Whirling words whispered, into the night, welcoming.
Whitewashes the need, with lustful brush of mouth
upon lips, tongue. Hot heavenly haven, hatches.
Hills he climbs. My valleys he parts. Pathways open
to him. Pulsating pulp trickles, as he tickles my fancy.
Arrival of my phantom love is imminent. Interesting,
my interior of innocence. Incomplete, without him.
Aches of alleyway cat, forming in my nether region.
Nectars formulate, fantasy or phantom, either is
welcome, into this dreamland, of devout dwelling,
for him. He alone, can ease this accused ache.
the way you describe it leaves me in awe of you:
"Hot heavenly haven, hatches.
Hills he climbs. My valleys he parts. Pathways open
to him. Pulsating pulp trickles, as he tickles my fancy."
My most favorite part.
~Honey