My love of Amsterdam your Surinam features are stratospheric the undulations of your epic behind have allot of merit. Caress me in your charms, waist time on me your man there will be no harm we were meant to be together since the big bang.

Even the galaxy recognises we should be together that is a big plan. My Surinam woman what is on your mind? My love for you strong I will be with you through cosmic strife you are holding. My hand in our Hague apartment as we watch season four of our favourite medieval story.

Chomping on vegetable nibbles you kiss me with full lips on the neck I am in quibbles. I wonder what I did to deserve that as we watch dragons on the TV in full flight at last.
© Anthony Wellington Moore