is it too pure?
sighing with the bleached pebbles by the shore
is it too meek?
like the silent scream of the unicorns under the heat
dancing barefoot on sugary sand
is it as pungent as
the blossoming of mango trees?
buzzing busy bees on glowing flowers,
marveling its saccharine taste
a kiss that erases the sadness,
sitting by the corner of your lips
as the sun kissing my skin
the moan, while exploring
the sinuous concaves of your pits
spreading the burning sensation from your hands,
the sacred feel of your embrace
when you thrust yourself
into the deep core of my secrets
piercing my darkness
lifting my arms with closed eyes,
a complete surrender
Lots of lovin'
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