Kiss me quick!
I’m feeling sick.
Waves of desire burn like fire!
Singe my soul
and
make me whole.
Kiss me quick!
Twinkle, twinkle
little star
how bright and
beautiful you are
against your universe
of green,
a whisper, soft and oft
unseen.
Touch of gold,
evening treasure,
wealth beyond
the greatest measure,
gift within the gift
so sweet!
The bee and me,
serendipity,
to share this
sweet
inheritance.
Tickle me pink
as perched on the brink
of certain magnificence
and feigning innocence
before the morrow’s tender bloom
a blushing bride awaits her groom.
He shall not come!
The footmen gather at the door
hungry, lusting, wanting more
and enter when, no longer, shy
she spreads herself beneath the sky,
sweet honey then in dewy wet
will, on their tongues without regret,
intoxicate, inebriate, satiate,
blissfully exonerate
their wickedness.
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Almost Friday my lovely friends! WOO HOO!
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