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Tells tale and birds of dawn sing
In a heavenly garden I take you,
I slowly,gently,touch your glistening
silken skin, glowing brighter
than the cool
marbled moon has ever been.
I sense a craving, a yearning,
that heaven itself
That's Ok, we are about to begin.
rest quietly assured
my love is not a loan.
Consumed in your fire,
Unbridled sexual desire,
We can pick cherries
from the sacred tree
and bind our consciousness with unyielding intensity.
I strongly embrace and remove your delicate lace
and look to the heavens in the eyes of an angelic face.
You become hotter,spin,spin, and plead,
but in this place I will show you no mercy.
Heaven opens the door
I slide deeper,nearer, closer to your sacred spot.
Legions of angels scream moi amore.
Warm, wet, and yearning,
flesh to flesh burning.
We strongly grasp hand in hand
for tonight I will show you 22 positions
in a one night stand.
I will prove to to my Queen that I am a man.
I gently penetrate your flower.
Leaving behind all that is sacred for now,
casting cares to nowhere, gliding and sliding
for and hour.
All hail from this dark tower.
Fully in your velvet garden I begin
to press and spring forth like an erect stallion,
Full-thrusted and strong, to subdue your ruby red medallion
and after timeless hours of sweet serene sweat and toil
I bed my seed deep in in the sacred grounds of your moist soil.....