It pulses and shimmers upon her skin
Like a serpent coursing ripples over naked breasts
The salty taste of my lips, in droplets
Kissing at her cherry sweet lips
With my hand on the drumof my heart beating hard
As I roll her, smoke her, chokes on her
And I drift into the parted waters of Moses
Head relaxing on soft thighs... sigh
As she Presses, caresses, touches herself to
The smooth script of my charm
The high-rise, bouncing off friction
As I ID her, owns her over a melody of 'we'
Be... it is the memory of us, hesitation
On propaganda pointing my eye
To the nude portrait of her and I
It is the memory of a promise, 'Love'
That pulses and shimmers upon her skin
Charles 20X
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