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Unexpected
Beauty in the dark interred, a lark from Tinder
Starts within the stir, ravenous, every part of you I must grab it,
Like a frenzied shark’s habit, duly rooted and linked to instinct pure,
Touch and go status, but every touch shows unexpected magic like electrified sparks from static,
Latent growth unhatched tips. Like Poison Ivy resurrected after nectar sips,
Taking in strides where the best bits fit, far past the pride of rhetoric and prattled quips.
Unplanned flow ran from the sense of flipping my lid to sensitive toes, organic clothes, underlined robe of vines to lavish. Sapio-sexual praxis, map this, inspected knots unfurl, a jesting philosopher, sex-cartographer
Revolves every track until I see all in parallax,
But evolving past the roles I play, slaphappy in a daze, loquacious spray…
Grasp the road past the race. World moves around me at a gastropoda’s pace. So I flow until I make the exploder face
But the essence of that state, that I thought could never be replaced?
Fills my head and attention stays, in gracing every dimension of your face
Sent in hunger plans as bait? I didn't believe anyone could understand that place. So every “Now this” was by anyone’s scan just a dalliance.
But something plunged this man like Alice returning to Wonderland to retrieve her mental palace
Wow’ed by this, even though I was previously devout only to my prowess and making sure the revolution is the loudest
But I guess sleeping in my stylized inner child, deep inside, but keeping in stride
Was the weary query to hide of “Why am I thus?” Uncovered and matched by you as such
Right there in every gush, shared weekend, every touch reaching, breath between when we're alone, or just a text on the phone
A whiff of your pheromones when we share moans, Mother Nature’s finest perfume, uncovers layers,
Loving flavors of your skin, lips and headroom
Kisses to consume, steamy mist fills and blooms. I dream of the Us moment vision, rhythm and tune worn out before we spoon
From top that’s what I’m heading to go on
It feels like I’ve been locked out of heaven for so long...
https://youtu.be/e-fA-gBCkj0
Starts within the stir, ravenous, every part of you I must grab it,
Like a frenzied shark’s habit, duly rooted and linked to instinct pure,
Touch and go status, but every touch shows unexpected magic like electrified sparks from static,
Latent growth unhatched tips. Like Poison Ivy resurrected after nectar sips,
Taking in strides where the best bits fit, far past the pride of rhetoric and prattled quips.
Unplanned flow ran from the sense of flipping my lid to sensitive toes, organic clothes, underlined robe of vines to lavish. Sapio-sexual praxis, map this, inspected knots unfurl, a jesting philosopher, sex-cartographer
Revolves every track until I see all in parallax,
But evolving past the roles I play, slaphappy in a daze, loquacious spray…
Grasp the road past the race. World moves around me at a gastropoda’s pace. So I flow until I make the exploder face
But the essence of that state, that I thought could never be replaced?
Fills my head and attention stays, in gracing every dimension of your face
Sent in hunger plans as bait? I didn't believe anyone could understand that place. So every “Now this” was by anyone’s scan just a dalliance.
But something plunged this man like Alice returning to Wonderland to retrieve her mental palace
Wow’ed by this, even though I was previously devout only to my prowess and making sure the revolution is the loudest
But I guess sleeping in my stylized inner child, deep inside, but keeping in stride
Was the weary query to hide of “Why am I thus?” Uncovered and matched by you as such
Right there in every gush, shared weekend, every touch reaching, breath between when we're alone, or just a text on the phone
A whiff of your pheromones when we share moans, Mother Nature’s finest perfume, uncovers layers,
Loving flavors of your skin, lips and headroom
Kisses to consume, steamy mist fills and blooms. I dream of the Us moment vision, rhythm and tune worn out before we spoon
From top that’s what I’m heading to go on
It feels like I’ve been locked out of heaven for so long...
https://youtu.be/e-fA-gBCkj0
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