SophieBerkley

let me spread apples in your sex mango nectars strawberry meat; Your body is all the fruts. I hug you and the tangerines run; I kiss you and all the gs drop the hidden wine of his heart over my mouth. My tongue feels in your arms the sweet juice of oranges and on your legs the pomegranate hides its inciting seeds. Let me harvest the fruits of water that sweat in your pores: My man of lemons and peaches, give me fountains of peaches and bananas to drink bunches of cherries. Your body is paradise lost of which no God ever You can expel me.

Sexologist by Antonomasia I have called you again. Prisoner of the fleshiness of your thighs. Listening to you erect the mythical morbidity of this goat entity. Weightlessness drags me into the labyrinth. More like an addict, free fall takes me to the center of the earth and I wish to continue towards the incorporeal abyss. I envision licking the amphora that redeems this stagnant thirst. Do you think that in your hands eating the seaweed who dive into lust? Can I escape the nocturnal larva that perfumes you? Why turn on the light in front of those fleeting star smiles? Because you perceive me as shipwrecked on the dream island, you subjugate my phallic ego.