Strings of weaved golden hair, and silver, emerald true.
Colors of the universe, brilliant in its light and immaculate in its hue.
Dawn hides and caresses your naked long neck.
As my lips and my hands slowly regress.
And delivers a kiss to your soft red repose.
My garden in heaven my angelic pink rose.
I lean and I press, my heart unto quaint,
Deep, deep, and deeper, as the devils lust takes.
Down farther we go. Body and mind.
Fantasies come, here we abide.
Take me every where bare there is a silent dim room.
Take me there now, take me there soon.
My lillie, my butterfly, my silver orange moon.
This is the night, shadows will glow,
The darkness will lure, time stops and it slows.
Until the blue light, tells morning to come.
We’ll breath heavey in love, till.our midnight moons done.
And the skirt on your hip, lies gently on wood,
On the floor where our clothes, torn off where we stood.
Sweat, lust, and ache, quenched till the dawn.
My beautiful beauty, oh what a song.
My beautiful beauty, heavenly one.
Midnight till dawn, together become.
With all of that said, at first light of day.
I lick your pink toungue, and lips but all pure
We dress and we calm, what a sexual stir
This night is here, and will be of many.
My heartbeat, my angel, my love, all and any.
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RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: April 20th, 2026 04:10
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Comments2
Sensual, sexual, full of desire, lust, attraction and obsession. Well done
Thankfull once again for your opinion and interpretation. Sorenbarrett. Have a great day. Wright on.
Most welcome wishing you a good day as well
Loving the rhythm and rhyme here. Very suited🕊️🙏
Thanks again for reading and youw opinion. Much appreciated. 🙂
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