The need to remove the unnecessary, the fluff,
was necessary to the wealth
of discovery waiting in the corridor.
The pretense of hibernation alludes
to the established in your plans.
thus, if you don’t risk anything,
you risk even more.
Dare to pivot, while many doubt in their
regrets of the possibilities. Deemed to be
wastrel, crestfallen like the raindrops of the Niagara Falls.
A tragedy like the heartache of the Vietnam War,
napalm bombs moonlighting like rice patties that
arches it’s back like the honeydew on a Sunday bliss
for the comfort of the unknown.
Sonorous like the Niger River,
professing its sensuous
enchanted escapades during a full moon.
opened the arches of the canal, only
can be found in the fountain of ecstasy.
Warm like the cushion that spills over like
lava that keeps you awake. It opens just like the
flower that dances in the sky when it meets its
partner in crime. Revel in the dynasty of the ecstasy
that is mindful of the multifarious grace that it holds.
Profound like the dreams you find yourself having
as you cascade through the sensuous vibes of erotica,
left at your own devices, but the only thing you must do is just
relax.
Consecrated like the valleys of Bali,
but is remised by the renegade
that pulls your spirit of arousal.
Let it flow like heaven,
pure as the snowflake,
on a winter day, but
warm like the wood-burning fireplace
in Alaska.
Bequeath by the shadows of your light,
cogent like the rush of an avalanche waiting
to explode. Converged by the decorum of
the immense connection that entices every inch.
Exuberant like the strikingly
and breathtaking view
of the peak of the Portugal bridge. It was
decadent for the residents of Amsterdam.
The expectancy was decadent, intense,
and iridescently fragrant of your existence.
that lulled by the nature that declared war, thus,the only possibility that
could end this war was a pure engagement of the waves of pleasure.
As one squealed at the ecstasy, clutched to the mountain
for mere safety and security. But it could only be finished with
whips of penetration while bliss fell on your knees. While the afternoon
fell into the evening glow, it was a testimony that intensified
as one gazed at the pinnacle. The gem recaptured the rapture of the blissful energy.
The artists’ entrance was waiting for the
unrelenting ultimate union
cunning like the undeniable evidence that increasingly
saturated with euphoria like a marshmallow that leaves imprints
of your provision.
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