Written with Fatima
Dance right here right now to this song…
You’ve had your lyrical foreplay so let’s Engage into this band, no rock, no wedding, no proposal but become branded together… Feather light you life my spirits with ease
Skip to my Lu and my seduction
Only to seduce with simple Song stanzas…It’s funny how our harmony aims to please… If you let me go low I’ll promise you can go high… I mean take the high parts of this simple, long lasted melody… I’ve practiced my parts hoping to be apart of your solo… Making us a duet….
We don’t need an occasion to be great together..
I’ve sampled some simple haiku moments of what became the most beautiful and complex verbalism…
Be my herb baby and take me to that high. You can stay down low you can turn me over you can lift me upper but I promise with punctual touches I’m sure to scream for you
Lip locking under poorly lit chandeliers glistening to pretty rocks and cubics. I want you to get into me below my pubic line and find your way through my pleasure. The hearts capture well…
That has been flowing of poetic ambrosia meant for literary gods… Let’s dance together… Under the light lit in your eyes after our cloud 9 experience…simple and conflicted of our double negatives… Only to paint a poem into this dance floor… Created by the punctuation of our hormonal poems…
I’ll drink you…. I mean drink to you and our verbal bond… This is more than our simple shared Haiku… deeper Than a Shakespearean sonnet…let’s lock poetic lips only to spit the epitome of a lust poem….
This cannot be topped or redesigned to have more beauty. This cannot be anything less than planet hopping above the clouds experiencing. This cannot be anything less than a poetic resonance banging on our ear drums in a perfect melodic hum. This cannot be anything less than a gulped sip because I’m craving and my thirst is increasing. Our womanly moistures are flowing into alluring rivers between thighs. Isn’t this where you want to dine tonight? Skipping along musical notes skipping on lyrical asphalt skipping along loves central. Your exasperation fills my bosom and you are now home.
Home where I feel welcomed… embraced by the notes orchestrated by our lust’s orchestra… We dance… Right here right now with no band… No reason to leave the comfort of our imaginations foreplay… This home you’ve helped me create… I’m addicted to this poetic song… Never underestimating the fear that fills your bosoms soul.. Lets dance…
Lets two step to the drums of our circumstantial reality… Lets work to become parched from the movements our hips make.. Let’s dance… Let us wine to the sound of the rivers our lust makes… Let’s Skip to the notes created on the pavement of our sex… Let us dwell together…. Only to occupy space with opportunity… Doubt with our voices…Let me exasperate all chances of being yours…. Your home… Your song… Your favorite dance…
Lyrically dance with me… I promise to sweep you off your feet only to keep you high… Drinking only from your ambrosia, singing only to your tune… Pleasing you beyond pleasure… Redefining all lines… Dance with me…
Right here.. Right now.. Because tomorrow… I don’t want to dance alone
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