The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
Poetry dancing into action... Verb love... Conquering you--- verbal action
love... Love is a verb I love
My appetite has longed for knowledge
Feminine queens laying out continuous sheet rocks of wisdom
My heart holds all the wisdom necessary to love on ... On poetic slates unfamiliar with disdain
Compositions composed by my minds own poet composing the unfeigned exposition of 1-4-3
Suckling and savoring the tasty treats your knowledge brings me
I'm stroking pages...
Pages 1 to 4 then back to 3
Every chapter covered...
*starts writing*
I've written poetry in your eye sight. Retina refocusing on the thump on your heart.... Thump thump thump... Your heart beats right through the interminable life in your eyes.
Sitting up right in your stare I climb stairways to your smile... I see the poetry of the endless smiles in your eye sight...
Sonnets sewn together with the arch of lips into polar opposite arctic and volcanic formations... The poetry of endless smiles
A smile so cold even a polar bear will catch a chill
A smile so warm even the sun will be invited to sun bathe here
Pause.
The button pressed. Compressed w/ firm dabs. Stuck in the stance of "moment". Pause.
Performing finger tip tricks for a release...
Pausing in the moments of us repetitively reliving... These rhythmic redundant acts of adoration for beauty
I'm just playing old school marble and telephone games here... Hop scotching along your dope-ness... Grabbing at your hesitant hand... Journeys pre-approved for revisitation. Roller blading all in your lane. Performing tricks of complication for your notice... Bearing my shy brevity; gambling the 50/50 chance of your "yes". The seasons sounds tingling against my ear drum, stimulating... I hear the seasons sounds in the soothing calm of your voice.
The flows of my ravenous attack ... Even a fox will be tantalized
Movements cunningly whispering upon grounds of displeasure ... I aim to please my appetite tonight
My ravenous attack is no match for your allurement
Movements cunningly moving to the music of your voice
I aim to please my appetite tonight
I aim to be the consummation for your appetite tonight
My GooGoo Doll Iris
Nature is clapping for you... You are the healed R&B rib to a broken love veteran
You are the perfect cadence... The lost description... The lost knowledge of love
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