I crack the legs of her mind and taste her conversation Penetrating her deepest inhibtions her creamy abyss gripping my words with precision we stroke Stroke away stress filled days latent lonely nights Making memories of a million Tomorrows crashing into the present now It Whispers It Whispers and weeps We climb the Ladder to Ecstasy one fingernail in my back at a time She Tells me her future while i fill her past from behind Painting with Broad Strokes as a Artist Possessed by the Present Possessed by a Drum Ritual for Healing We taste the juices of the spirit This Doorway to Heaven I know now this is the fruit of Soul We take this communion and i sipp your wine Your Heels firmly gripped around my neck about to take my head off grip me for all your frustrations at work u can let it off I am your Thigh Master We stroke for Freedom when our love was free We had no masters We could lay down by the Nile your Fingers in my Royal Locks My Nature would rise like the Sun over the Pyramids You would Dance a Story Your Hips would glisten from my Kisses and we would birth Warriors Here for a Mission We Time Travel While Standing Still Pushing to Pull I Drill Till Doubt is Replaced by Faith She loves this Rock She loves to Climb on Top Riding Light Speed She Gyrates the Universe Shooting Pulsars Flying Souls Levitating Submerging into our light Never afraid to Fly

Mijn Ideale Persoon: Let conversate meet for a drink and take it from there...
Ether way we still can have fun...
While we decide

Then lets things happen natural and cool

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