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Vehement Atmosphere
Last time we conversed,
my mind was wet,
The second affect had me drenched,
Yet the third hit,
was much more dominant....
I was drowned in an intellectual hurricane
pouring lyrical scriptures in my ears,
injecting impulse into my veins,
Vibrato underway spewing down my
throat
manifesting poetic peace notes,
Unwinding my tense notions and ambivalence,
the unwillingness, the wall of uneasiness slowly dissipating
Sudden stomach drops of anxious proclamation,
Rivers stirred without any vulgar discussion,
Daring not to become an addiction,
a secret obsession,
to let those alto sound waves massage my ear drums,
Make my mind cum,
Produce gallons of forethought for foreplay,
ride out late conversations in the foremost way,
Becoming bottled up temptation in our careful game,
our preeminent grace......
Open my mind as wide as you can taste,
never letting the intrigue fade,
never mind distance or age,
the magnitude of the magnetic moods
set upon each date of different moons,
is beyond undeniable
Let our tête-à-tête be our escape,
our reason to contest life in the course it has fed us
Coerce intimate stories and intimidating details,
share all I can inhale,
let our primitive tendencies prevail,
so each other's souls we can unveil,
embrace and let our spirits avail
Feed upon every detail,
Drink the stories my life entails
Dine me with your life line
Wine me with your sophisticated incline
Enraptured in a momentary awe,
my reverence bows to you as your pawn,
turned my soul to royalty from bourgeoisie,
I wanted you to know me,
now the lust is forming,
need for you to mold me,
long to conform our beings,
Weld our spirits into infinite seeing,
Fuse your intimate knowledge to the stature of my inner beauty
Frolic in my chaotic views,
Peruse my wisdom
Engulf me as your poetic muse
Encompass my feminine fire,
as I worship your virile essence,
Touch can only be a pretense,
yet our conversation is immense,
hence the defense to commence
an integration of our worlds.....
Let us encase them and impearl,
walk along our artistic pleasance,
strip our delay and hesitance
and swim in our indirect mental presence
my mind was wet,
The second affect had me drenched,
Yet the third hit,
was much more dominant....
I was drowned in an intellectual hurricane
pouring lyrical scriptures in my ears,
injecting impulse into my veins,
Vibrato underway spewing down my
throat
manifesting poetic peace notes,
Unwinding my tense notions and ambivalence,
the unwillingness, the wall of uneasiness slowly dissipating
Sudden stomach drops of anxious proclamation,
Rivers stirred without any vulgar discussion,
Daring not to become an addiction,
a secret obsession,
to let those alto sound waves massage my ear drums,
Make my mind cum,
Produce gallons of forethought for foreplay,
ride out late conversations in the foremost way,
Becoming bottled up temptation in our careful game,
our preeminent grace......
Open my mind as wide as you can taste,
never letting the intrigue fade,
never mind distance or age,
the magnitude of the magnetic moods
set upon each date of different moons,
is beyond undeniable
Let our tête-à-tête be our escape,
our reason to contest life in the course it has fed us
Coerce intimate stories and intimidating details,
share all I can inhale,
let our primitive tendencies prevail,
so each other's souls we can unveil,
embrace and let our spirits avail
Feed upon every detail,
Drink the stories my life entails
Dine me with your life line
Wine me with your sophisticated incline
Enraptured in a momentary awe,
my reverence bows to you as your pawn,
turned my soul to royalty from bourgeoisie,
I wanted you to know me,
now the lust is forming,
need for you to mold me,
long to conform our beings,
Weld our spirits into infinite seeing,
Fuse your intimate knowledge to the stature of my inner beauty
Frolic in my chaotic views,
Peruse my wisdom
Engulf me as your poetic muse
Encompass my feminine fire,
as I worship your virile essence,
Touch can only be a pretense,
yet our conversation is immense,
hence the defense to commence
an integration of our worlds.....
Let us encase them and impearl,
walk along our artistic pleasance,
strip our delay and hesitance
and swim in our indirect mental presence
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