Affectionate Declaration
Her voice resides skyward
Are avail is never sleazing
Are conscience prays the bequest
I touch her neck, swaying down her spine
Her breath has never been so sharp
Just begging for more
We are seamed
Harvesting the serenade
Hitching the melodies
Bacchus lightens the moment
I see the beauty of grace shall fall
Internal medium gone ethical
Eternally it is a tone of pricelessness
The corpus of body and mind
Stimulating salvation
This is venereal eve
As the curtains blow in the breeze
So warm, so hot, melting away
Is this your love device?
You’ve threaded me with poisonous lips against my senses
Like cinnamon trill
It’s burning within me
It’s runnin’ in your veins
We can’t shear away
This is an affectionate declaration
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