Some days I think of heaven and its relation to you and I... You such divine fruit encapsulating I a man born seed inside... Here I go again lost in thy moistened flesh... A sigh pon my lips... A fall through my lidded eyes and I... Whew... I remain suspended supine in thy tranguillity... I the beat in thine layers... The bass in thy place... Thy dew the amber keeping me solid dimensionally...I transfixed intergalactic... Tethered and complete... Scattered to a trillion particles... Thighs parted thou causeth I to gasp... I on the precipice... So soft... So pink... Thy the portal to my innerspace... The most secret of my clandestine places...A soft lick... A gentle whisper... A soft touch... Nay a firmer one... a moment as I savor of your essence... A second... An eternity as I dip.. deeply into the essential core you.
The dew...
The dew.
