But I need to experience you
Many ways. Erotically, sensually, mentally, physically. I wanna explore you. However you see fit. as close and as deeply as you will allow.
You have this aura that draws me in. Even from across the room, even in this imaginary fantasy world doing laps in my mind.creating sexcapades creating visions , creating this tingling feeling between my legs. Thumping music ,bodies all around , you are tunneled out, foggy blurry everything around you just a backdrop to the essence of deniele. I'm trying to create revolutionary consumptions of you, idolized dreams of you , create creation by the touch of you. Yoni to yoni. Dome to dome. Body to body. Mind to mind. Poetry to poetry, energy to energy.
I want to cum for you. Make you cum for me, lay on your breast, lay between your legs, talk poetry, and life with you. And then cum again, and again, and again for you . Then cum together, and together, and together for us. And pick your mind, learn about you, suffocate myself with you. I want to show you a ocean I don't think you swim in before. I wanna show you my ordanments , I wanna show you how mother nature and the universe could have birthed a mind, and a soul like me. Then I want to pull you into my web of light, and cumming , and writing, and learning, and go as deep into you, as intertwined, as open as you can be with you. So that I can explore every part of you.
Wet. It's own island. In response to the voyage. The sailor sought. Sailors cuss. Only to express. How emphatically the desire the treasure.
How emphatically the desire the treasure. The sailor shall continue to cuss. For this treasure is beyond abundant and robust.knocking against the wave, be sure not to dround ,just let the treasure guide you through the sea .
I'll let you sleep. But I'll creep into your dreams. I'm pulsating, vibrating above you through you.each level of sleep I'll be there, awaiting you. Text me when you get up.
Chilling, ice cold baby. Chilling to it's core, cleared the heat. I can see your breathe in the cold, 60°degrees. With the lesson of a lesson. I can be your obsession, but we chilling, stay chilling stay ice cold baby. Keep your heart warm and open. It may surprise you, may delight you. We both fresh out, we can lean on each other, maybe this poetry can guide you. But we chilling, stay chillin stay ice cold baby.
10...10 ×10=100
My intention of experiencing you is 1-10...100
So sincere. So sincere that the S could have surrendered to me, the I could indefinitely irradicate you, the N was never ending and signified my soul., the C was for the poetry calling me to you, the E for the exceptions of the length I would go , there is none, the R for revolution, E for the exotic mutilations, explanations, suffocation I hope to surrender to from you.
Intentionally stuck in the aromas of challenge & desire
Newly sparked curiosities slow churned in the pot
Trending in my thoughts is the dance of each unsaid stanza
Erotically awoken between each punctuation
Nibbling at the taste of passion
Submissive surrenders to the suffocation between two artists
Evening out the moistures thick air as imaginations tackled potential canvases
Aromas of challenge inconceivably eating me. I'm inconceivably eating the challenge, and swallowing desire. I'm beyond curious , mentally losing the fundamentals of composure. The pot boils, the flame heightened, juices began to overflow, and flow, and flow. Then drip, gush then overflow. Each stanza unsaid will be said, and all that will be left is the naked truth. Bearing many fruits .Erotically charged and each bondage, karma sutra, thrusting feeled moments to come. Licking, biting at this thirst for passion .
Link between artists holding on this irratic aggressively gentle being like it's going out of fashion.
