ASIATIC NOTIONS OF LOVE AND LUST THAT TRICKLE THROUGH AND FILTER IN TONES OF PINK AND BLUE...SO DAMN LUCIOUS THAT I SINK INTO THE WANT OF YOU.
SOLID AS A ROCK AS YOU THRUST IT INTO MY PERIPHERALS...SO DAMN LUCIOUS AND VISUAL.
TO TALK OF WHAT I WOULD DO IS RATHER REDUNDENT AS I FEEL YOU BECOME ONE WITH THIS FANTASY...THIS DREAM THAT GROWS IN THIS FOREST WHERE I SEE YOUR FEMININITY.
I CHING IN THESE MODERN TIMES WHERE I LIVE BY THE CODE OF SHEN KU...SOME OF THAT URBAN PSYCHOLOGY THAT INCLUDES AND ECLIPSES KUNG FU.
MMMMMM... WHERE YOU START I BEGIN TO END AS TIME RETURNS TO THE PLACE FROM WHICH IT SPRANG...FLOWERS IN GARDENS WHERE WATER SOFTLY WHISPERS ON A FRUITED PLAIN.
I SEE THE INNOCENCE OF YOU EVEN AS I BECOME FULL OF YOUR BEAUTY WHICH GLISTENS LIKE MORNING DEW...BIRDS ON THE WING THAT FLY AWAY...FALLING FROM MY VIEW.
ASIATIC NOTIONS OF LOVE AND LUST THAT TRICKLE THROUGH AND FILTER IN TONES OF PINK AND BLUE.
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