My tongue
Desperately needs to caress your skin; My fingers desire to dance atop ur surface As velvety billows bring with it Rose scented precipitation. My needs are simple. My needs are you Affection being the only sustenance That will water’s my soil; Like the ocean cheek Perched upon the shore‘s shoulder Your embrace is needed more than wine; Calming the tsunamis of anguish Bogarting their way through the sky. Look past my broken regions For they have no bearing towards My tenderness to you I’m but a man Yearning for comfort; Sunrises and blossoming roses, Simplistic creations born of oil and stone #HerScent#HidesIntheBreeze#OdestoMadamDiva
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