Her Rythm is fierce
Completely different
It's a passport for my erect pen
I see her Grey matter
Calling me subliminal
A massage of my Id...
And the Super Ego makes me Adam in the Essence
The menu to her garden as violets to soil
Is layered with buzzwords
A scavenger hunt of trinkets
She collected them via telescopes sounds and frequency
She freeze dried her pheromone
Over the phone
Talked her to organic orgasm
The wetness of her seat was running down the thighs of information
Only to wear clothes that cover her vulnerability
I seek her early
Encyclopedias of tantric equations
Too many to see
Like the beehive
Her life will not lie
Tip of my tounge does tatse her novel
Word Brothels...
I got good credit
And this edit is all moisture
She works hard for the money
Leave us to generate heat
Warm towel to wipe off
I'm shy and confident
She likes that
Yea...she likes that!!!
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