Before we die…I want us to live together too. I love you with all my heart ❤️
The intimate pages of my diary
Unspoken, yet bespoken
And it was your fingers
That third night
Deftly and without any reservation
Spreading me open
That solidified my adoration of you
It was inside the four seasons, that we found a fifth
And the words fell from us both
They were telling, and sometimes yelling…
We heard each other
We listened to each other
It was the story of our past, the lyrics of our present
And the promises for our future
I wish I could braid myself into you
Instead of just wishing I could…
My mind is a dish, so full of all that I wish
A life lived with less regret!
Everything bad, will be everything we both forget
With you, I want to push the re-set
It hurts that you’re leaving my country
You are such a sweet delight
So cute and so foreign
As you fly off into the night
Cheers to you! Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!
I can still hear you in my ears
Preparing to take the friendly skies
And you were the bag of candy in so and so’s eyes
But then, you surely heard my sighs
Oh…how I miss you between my thighs!!!
Oh how that miss wanted you between hers…
You really have no clue
About what you do
The effect you have
But then, that makes you…you
Will you go down?
To my sticky pollen-full sheath…
Confessions and sharp teeth
The birds do it, the bees do it…
And Daddy…you and I do it…
Slathered in ecstasy about to drown
Your body covers mine
Like an umbrella,
And I am seeing your estrella
This sexual phase of our lives
Like bees, making honey in our hives
And I massage your stinging heart
With my hand, so beautiful
It looks like a floating fish of jelly
You make me feel so regal and royal…
Ooooh…how I love to slide back and forth atop your belly…
And let my honey comb all those little hairs
Giving you the truth for every single one of your dares
My love! I live within the haze of your shimmering light
And to my every sense
You are a true delight
I love you Beast
Do we really crave freedom?
Is freedom what we need?
Do I want to be free of you?
Would you prefer to be free of me?
I know I don’t crave it.
Happiness is what I need.
I’d happily give up my freedom.
If you’d imprison me.
Beat that meat
Tenderize it sweet
Slap it til it stings
Make it sing
Puffy and red
Too sore to take head
Passion seen in my eyes
I joke and josh, put you under the cosh.
Sometimes our cultures clash.
Here we berate, pop those who’d inflate,
And generally pull fliers back to the mash.
It keeps us at an even keel and sometimes steals.
The limelight that people like, would crave.
So I’m sorry to joke, have fun poked,
Please forgive me, It’s the English way.