The Intimacy Of Our Thoughts, The Intercourse Of Our Misty Desires

Sparkling beauty

"What are you staring at?", asked the moon, looking straight into her eyes.
"I'm waiting for the dawn to brighten the sky, taking away all my miseries.", replied the sparkling beauty of night.
"O! The shimmer of night, why ain't you not delighted in such a serene darkness?", exclaimed the passing wind.
"What's the point of staring at the nothingness? What's the beauty of night without the caress of a beloved!", sighed the fragile soul brutally falling apart.
"O! The coyness of breeze, be at ease, never let your soul to get freeze in the nights, lacking pleasantness and pleaser.", advised the whispering trees.
"The sullen eyes, fervently waiting to have a glimpse of your Anatomical existence, the heart racing as though, trying syncing with the beat of yours, ears desperately waiting for the sacred words, poured out by divine tongue of yours, shooting straight into cochlea, making me feel the most Surreal one.", moaned the shriveled leaf of naivety.
"O! The lady of Divine, Daughter of sacred Night, you're one of the reasons, I still am alive.", a deep though sensually arousing voice emerged from behind.
"O! The sweetness of my blood, the gentleness of my soul, the tenderness of my spirit, you're the cardigan, I just want to put on the nakedness of my soul.", screamed the sputtering lantern of desire.
"What you're searching outside, is buried deep within you, the coolness of my fiery sweat.", mumbled the fanatic dervish, burning fervently inside the kiln of ecstasy and delight.
"O! The downpour of hope, the sprightliness of my vibrant sky, you're the one, my eyes search day and night.", moaned the fragility of dusk.
"Close your eyes, whisper my name, for the heart of yours, the cauldron of my soul.", hissed the nasty lover.
"O! The shareholder of the land of my heart, ain't pretend to be the wisest alive, for I'm too gullible to process the motive behind.", murmured the parching soul.
"The grassy pasture of my fantasies, I want you in all my fancies, for you're the void, I want to fill with my pencil.", teased the lover, rather alluringly.
"O! Mr. Fancy, better stay here, with all your fancies, for I'm too wild for all your fantasies.", interrupted the lady of soil, rather annoyingly.
"Lady east and west, wanna make you wet, with all my zest, and never let you rest, till my last breath.", broke in the profusely sweltering volcanic lover.
"Really!! Mr. Zest, wanna hold your chest, and make all set, till sunset.", laughed the lady naughty.
"The intricacy of thread, you're my bread, I want to engulf with the butter on its breadth.", grinned the madly reverberating bird, reflecting love.
"O! The Mr. Poor, for I'm the butter, spilled with clutter, making your tongue to stutter.", terribly though uglily laughed the sourness of butter.
"Lady clutter, I want to mutter, for your the one, I never want to make suffer.", muttered the fire of love, by tangling his fingers into hers.
"O! Mr. duffer, I want you to make some hustle, till I ain't suffer.", demanded the glory of night.
"Alright! My bellybutton, I want to take you inside my mutton, for the freshness of your flesh be preserved inside the sacred button.", shrieked the starving dervish, His lips pressing against hers.
"O! My Holy button, I want to sink deep into your tighten stomach, ready to be fallen apart by the intensity of the acidic streams of love reverberating and rushing out of divine lust, desperate to kiss on the empty shores of my naked soul.", cried the beauty of night, and closed her eyes, till the ages, infinite...