A Staggering Arrival

What's a flow without a tide
Curving amongst the sips
Tongues touch the shaft of every empty bottle
Some things were better left unsaid
Some loves were better without introductions
Clouds were meant for magic carpets
Her ride was meant only for my surfing
She couldn't get it off of repeat
But she found her love on shuffle
She was Jorja Smith smooth
With a Emeli Sande mood
The wheat and toffee flavored silk
Danced with her taste buds
She found herself at her highest peak
Bruised knees proved previous proposals
Were blank sheets of scribbles
Everyone falls in love with the poet
While the poet falls in love with creating a perfect queen
Sexual energy pounding the sheets
As number two state standards turned into endless bubbles
Multiple choice was more of her style
The freedom to embrace and define without true definition
The acquisition of her focus was only for the stamina braces
Equlillibriums were on her conquest of conquering
There's always something fascinating about the scorpion
Minding its business in the heat of it all
Summer bore needs of addressing
Until fall choked the leaves growth and freedom
Sanity sanitized the demons
From creating cells and jails of capture
But how sexy is it to be apprehended

Sipping with her tongue tracing the glass
One had a brew and one had a deep red wine
The soca grooves moved with passion
Inclined to unwind in the presence of chemistry
The lioness gave in secreting moisture in a timely fashion
Word play was nothing worth comparison
Melody was always present when sultry grabbed the benefactor
Maxed out and jaded
She persuaded her pursuant to swallow all her sorrows
Every tenant evacuated
When her mind let loose so she could cum with incediaries
Extinguished only when the rounds lost count
Bountiful quests completed
Before defeat was finessed to victory.