Artists eyes

There's always an escape in an artist's eyes
Its the eyes that position their guarded story
Those same eyes writing, drawing, and painting
Everyone else's pain and glory
Stories untold with the boldness of
"I dare you to find out"
Your dare is accepted
The exception for breaking my 2016 fast
From simple engagements
Inspiring challenges of creations
This a dope piece for the dope pieces
You've rendered to my possession
Possessive and protective the lioness screeches in her stance
Once you release the canvas
Our stories can meet for their dance

Triad... 3 phases of dining

Wake up in the morning... Morning after stretch sex but the sexual intimacy conclaves

The physical intimacy taunted chess castles of raging hormones

The mental fuck exceeded the touch of passions tossed tassel

Pleasure had graduated with a masters emasculated in her aromas desire

There's so much more than sex. Until the air was so thick it couldn't breathe

The melanin pussy's flavors jammed up... Even floss couldn't break way for the rivers to flow

Her tongue was so thick and tasteful the boast calmed between the galloping twists 

Things halted!!! 

Creativity bust through its platonic doors pastel painting thee entire fucking scene under the ring of each other's mental moans. 

Exchanges glistened into the nights thundering eyes as the painted pictures ceased growth

Patience's timeline in its prime challenged the 2016 lesbian expectancy

Guarding broken hearts and reestablished faith she stared into the deep of the ones eyes

Her partner waited for the right time

It would be unfair to desire a wall broken unless I broke each brick down with you.