HONEY BLUES
April 28, 2011
HONEY BLUES
sticky to the core..
warming to the soul..
suckular..with every downpour..
tasty..down to the last drop.
mask the pores..
with a new found creme..
call me your honey dew morning queen..
wet tainted heartbeat..
i'm here..
you there..
touching..
caressing..
pressing..
meshing..
collecting..
reflecting..
on sessions..
of thrusting..
love making..
paintings..
of ebony art..
performing..
in the dimly lit..
room..
fit for two..
hand moves..
engraving..
scriptures..
against the leafs..
as you lick the bare essence..
of every crevice..
tonguing the devotion..
out my femininity.
sticky..
sticky like glue..
picture the view..
as we unwind..
under a full orange moon..
dreaming of future interludes...
present..
meet and greets..
kissing candy apple treats..
we taste..
in my sleep..
a foreign speech..
twisting my brain..
to rest upon..
your naked feast.
i devour..
you..
suck the honey..
that exudes..
out your mood.
purple rain..
surrounds our frame..
art with..
erotic heirlooms..
treasures..
worth keeping..
a scene worth redeeming.
the gem..
animalistically beastly..
sticky..
sticky..
the tale of me and you..
the honey to my dew..
the sweet tastes of..
honey..
blues
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN
sticky to the core..
warming to the soul..
suckular..with every downpour..
tasty..down to the last drop.
mask the pores..
with a new found creme..
call me your honey dew morning queen..
wet tainted heartbeat..
i'm here..
you there..
touching..
caressing..
pressing..
meshing..
collecting..
reflecting..
on sessions..
of thrusting..
love making..
paintings..
of ebony art..
performing..
in the dimly lit..
room..
fit for two..
hand moves..
engraving..
scriptures..
against the leafs..
as you lick the bare essence..
of every crevice..
tonguing the devotion..
out my femininity.
sticky..
sticky like glue..
picture the view..
as we unwind..
under a full orange moon..
dreaming of future interludes...
present..
meet and greets..
kissing candy apple treats..
we taste..
in my sleep..
a foreign speech..
twisting my brain..
to rest upon..
your naked feast.
i devour..
you..
suck the honey..
that exudes..
out your mood.
purple rain..
surrounds our frame..
art with..
erotic heirlooms..
treasures..
worth keeping..
a scene worth redeeming.
the gem..
animalistically beastly..
sticky..
sticky..
the tale of me and you..
the honey to my dew..
the sweet tastes of..
honey..
blues
All Rights Reserved © 2011 S-cents aka POETICALLY SPOKEN
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