Without boundaries we must put it all in verse.
Please let our child grow freely uninhibited.
I love your fire that burns in the rain.
It will be what it will be.
There is
No one in our circle I do not trust.
Nor do they have
The power to use our intimate words against us.
Flow & speak freely my young lover.
You make
Me orgasm daily with your expression alone,
With
A constant tickle to the g-spot in-between my ears.
You pleasure yourself in the pages of my mind.
It makes me thirsty.
I breathe on your garden
Daily and wet it with the milk of lyrical lust.
I enter you with wet fingers in verse form.
Explode on to me, your gifts of song.
Bleu.
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