Post by moseley on Aug 12, 2013 22:23:54 GMT -6
between the boys and the men
there is only the lack of breaking the hymen
that only blood spilled can make an understanding
of watching a hot ass walking away on a summer day
swish and sway
and it was girl, who was the mother of some kid
who was nailed on some cross a martyr for us all
and I was running through the fields,
I was feeling all this air
running between my legs like a whisper
softly spoken by some secret lover beckoning my hair to grow
a little longer in the day, longer in the evening
to cover up my bare chest, my piercing eyes
and my undaunting stare,
somehow the locks of all these tresses might ease you
as I was drooling over the proviso of my orgasm
through you like a doorway into a separate Heaven
I needed a key for, some special forging
I would rake through with my fingers
like the braille words to the secrets of life
in the middlings of some portion too small to chew
I want more than a pound of flesh
fresh bleeding across my tongue
like the ambrosia a fruit fly must find
on a young nectarine, splendid flower
let your petals fall about me
and in your scent, I inject myself like a needful junkie
of an addiction I have yet to find any harm with
when I pass inside your lips
and delight in all that I can invade and conquer and claim
if I take your breathe away,
I would gladly give you mine...
there is only the lack of breaking the hymen
that only blood spilled can make an understanding
of watching a hot ass walking away on a summer day
swish and sway
and it was girl, who was the mother of some kid
who was nailed on some cross a martyr for us all
and I was running through the fields,
I was feeling all this air
running between my legs like a whisper
softly spoken by some secret lover beckoning my hair to grow
a little longer in the day, longer in the evening
to cover up my bare chest, my piercing eyes
and my undaunting stare,
somehow the locks of all these tresses might ease you
as I was drooling over the proviso of my orgasm
through you like a doorway into a separate Heaven
I needed a key for, some special forging
I would rake through with my fingers
like the braille words to the secrets of life
in the middlings of some portion too small to chew
I want more than a pound of flesh
fresh bleeding across my tongue
like the ambrosia a fruit fly must find
on a young nectarine, splendid flower
let your petals fall about me
and in your scent, I inject myself like a needful junkie
of an addiction I have yet to find any harm with
when I pass inside your lips
and delight in all that I can invade and conquer and claim
if I take your breathe away,
I would gladly give you mine...
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