Flying over and through the night sky of my senaul world, searching
the earth for one to walk with.
The scent of flower's drift up from her flowering valley's
her cropped jungle blossoms forth with wonderment.
Dancing upon her waters of silken velvet pink, the river
of musk flow's over her velvet hill's that are thigh's...
Singing with the rain that is her , a melody so very pure and
sweet...Singing the melody of new found lust.
Listening to the tail's the wind's to spin about the mound
I do worship, for moan's of passion are but those tail's
I do hear...
Feeling the burning power of life's hot flame as I search
out her passion that is her flower of lust..
Finding reasons of love , the passion that is her and the
velvet spring from which I drink I drink of her pure , sexual
essance....
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