Secrets held, but not
Made secret, here the
Words fall off thy tongue,
All is bright and wonderful,
For the thoughts I have,
Are made of so much fun.
Lips are made to taste,
The delights of kissing,
I believe that mine, would
Bring you to a peaceful heaven.
One of rapture, pure excitement
And where you shake
From head to toe, for the
Passion we’d make abundant,
On the bed of love,
We would come to know…
On these pages, oozes a
Kind of magic, felt as
Wanting with thine eyes,
You are held in true adoration,
As my hands slip up
Your thighs, and touch the
Place where gold is melted,
Reaching heaven below the skies.
Records show it may not
Matter, just how quick, the
Time must fly, for indeed
I hold your spirit, mine
As everybody knows.
Tall and gifted by the essence,
How I feel the peace
In you, rigid to the point
Of capture, you would know a
Sense of how I’m bold…
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