Ever wonder how I catch every pigment of your glitter glue eyes at the nook of my eyes falling right through the balance of my eyelids?
In the hottest fit, I could have wriggled at your pants meandering leafs on top of your naked kill. I couldn’t believe how this brain repose attacks me with profuse adoration towards you.
My dear, I love you without reserve. When I let the walls hear, the floor tickles, the dam ruptures, the clouds stir wine and rain on us, I knew, so much so much have been given in lyrics and in poetry for that madness of kissing and unpredictable transport to Eureka.
all bring in an entourage of lavender, tulips and a Clive Christian Imperial Majesty perfume arching your depths and truths in love.
I feel like I’m a bartender throwing clay against the ceiling instead of hard liquor for this insanity built up by the cynical-love-smile I imagine of owning; you are.
You are Sin. And I feel like an absolute virgin.
I love you without reserve, My flirty and kinky man-whore of my dreams.