Cheeks
I’m
riding thru’ the desert in romantic form
Looking
back is always like a warm happy dawn
Nothing
beyond the sands that I want
An oasis
at every desired point
By my
side, one left the other right
Two loves
that raise erotic spires to volcanic point
In this
world of sand and sky, morality is in your own eye
Hot days
and cold nights, no time, only wants
All senses
heightened to exotic extreme
This is
reality in forms only found in a dream
Sights
gods witness and aromas only fallen angels drink in
Bliss is
a feeling free of meaning
Lithesome
thighs and ecstatic sighs
Decadent
pleasure that is rarified treasure
Lingering
calmness from urgent attack
Bitten
lips that quiver for more with glowing cheeks
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