Laughter til your organs tie in knots
Sporting loves six pack as a verb
Knees tingling and butterflies metamorphosis before your souls eyes
Hands clapping to your solo debut of your smiles rhythms
Dimples projecting their light onto our drive thru theatre
A Love Jones medley every time the film replays
Laughing before the serious game of our performance
Never alone in the haze of our sunflower ordinance
My dear you deserve orgasms and laughter
Bellows turned to gasps and smothered moans turned to hollers
Nibbles turned to chokes and breathless turned into screams
Iron rods and head boards gripped during your release
Mouths dry until I fill your ocean with my juices
Retiring doubts participating in endless pensions
Chests pound as I lunge into your womanhood
I’m the artist of choice for capturing your morning wood
Stenciling graphic art for our sex gallery
Fiery sage lighting your every sky with ease in this storm of me
My dear... you are always deserving of laughter and orgasm
As your soul mate I’ll expire every soul tie your memory can’t bare to fathom
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