Lucidly Elusive

Involuntarily haunted from you, you, and you. I found out the hard way, it just won't fade, no way. Dreams are nothin' but fictional plays engaged. It's like one day of a rave, everything's blurred and the focus is the feeling that escapades the nay. No matter what I do in the toss of turns, my body's burnin' up, yet it's subtle, dark, and I'm stuck. It's safe to say it was a one of many good ones, to each his own, every story has it's place, and every place that forms the story is out of a taste. Be it the subject of the matter, I think it's about time you and I should shatter. The curse is in the mirror itself, take one look and see the reason I've felt. One way or another, you keep comin' back and I'm duckin' for cover, I lie. It's good in an uncomfortable way of setting by wonder.

612L

Body is pressed against a silky finesse, she can be so raw, I call her no-no best. Cuz I don't know any better than to fucks with a miss stress. Her emotions are fully dressed, tucked behind a style that's more than a bit obsessed. Part of her wants that, a piece of her does this, first thoughts are often better than seeing it through the guess. The proportion of her mass is beyond what any other would ask,she keeps it real sweet like I'm a sucka for that. But for real though, her ass is like real dough, one smack and it will heal slow. The insatiable face she glow is the taste that I have and it won't let go. To appease her appetite, it's bite size bark, the proof is in the many works of art...

Musical Sex Partner Chair

Modern day relations, like musical sex partner chair, ones who hatin' and ones who equip that flair until it manifests itself look at who, it's you who stare. One up the next hun, she lovin' the sex and... done. The time it lapses and collapses before you know it the gaps fit. No orderly fashion, disorderly facts win, over and over, the cycle is waxed in. Keep it proper, every turn is a learning curve, every nerve is a burning verb. You know desire is much like a rush of adrenaline herb, your body is enough to make it gaudy and such, my bad, the other half is naughty by touch. I nod you a blush, mind you, we speak of a blind crush. At last, am I not in a rush, slower than a fatty devouring his patty when it comes to another lust... And gladly, I'm steady at ease,and ready when it comes down to the please... Be aware, I'm not one to, stop, look, and stare. I know these ruckus is part of the glare, picture palette, when painted I see another foul hit, but this smile never quits. Blank blank blank.