Without boundaries we must put it all in verse.
 
Please let our child grow freely uninhibited.
 
I love your fire that burns in the rain.
 
It will be what it will be.
There is
No one in our circle I do not trust.
 
Nor do they have
The power to use our intimate words against us.
 
Flow & speak freely my young lover.
You make
Me orgasm daily with your expression alone,
With
A constant tickle to the g-spot in-between my ears.
 
You pleasure yourself in the pages of my mind.
 
It makes me thirsty.
I breathe on your garden
Daily and wet it with the milk of lyrical lust.
 
I enter you with wet fingers in verse form.
 
Explode on to me, your gifts of song.
 
 
Bleu.