And I man would grab hold of you as I man would enter your atmosphere... You and I gleaming resplendent in the after matter of our conjunction.
We creating the cataclysmic sound of retribution... The lightning flash of recognition, sparks and flames attesting to our passing on a mental plain.
Man I rubbing massaging into your brown skin... The epidermic layers of your very being.
Man I, man I who was once lost and done found a new way.
The blue sky shining bright like I.
Dreams made of a stars rays, sun born of son pon earth it be done.
You the inspiration that would deposit I at loves door... A timid knock and a hesitant entrance, a look into the brown liquid depths of your eyes.
A sigh.
Man done found a home, Angels and Seraphim sing.
Such a soul stirring sound as the riveting sound presses down... Knees bent to the true power.
Cool breeze and an inhalation.
Thou and thy pheromones,
Man I holding on to these could be's and hypothetically's.
Man I...
We creating the cataclysmic sound of retribution... The lightning flash of recognition, sparks and flames attesting to our passing on a mental plain.
Man I rubbing massaging into your brown skin... The epidermic layers of your very being.
Man I, man I who was once lost and done found a new way.
The blue sky shining bright like I.
Dreams made of a stars rays, sun born of son pon earth it be done.
You the inspiration that would deposit I at loves door... A timid knock and a hesitant entrance, a look into the brown liquid depths of your eyes.
A sigh.
Man done found a home, Angels and Seraphim sing.
Such a soul stirring sound as the riveting sound presses down... Knees bent to the true power.
Cool breeze and an inhalation.
Thou and thy pheromones,
Man I holding on to these could be's and hypothetically's.
Man I...
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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