My dreamful Pink Elephant...
Dedicated to...
If i am your beloved wordsmith, ma chérie,
Doubtless, from your side, ô my sweet kinky sugar,
Your natural frustated sensitivity,
Is whispering silenced untenuous fire...
I am, all breathing, your pink passion, Enchantress,
I hear your untold sensual delicacies,
And, from heart and soul, your hot-horny tenderness,
Which, has slit me, inkling of your intricacies...
Connected, even, hopeless dreams, turns real,
As, do, your furtive unfree shivers, suddenly,
Shaking, through, your asleep, feline and lustful, zeal...
Now on, rise, your smooth-soppy love indecency,
At least, you are, in an uncluttered rawness,
And, then, in touch, you guess your motherhood fulness...
Tenebrio, May 28, 2015 at 8:25 P.M...
