Ah ! I'm lost on sheets
Vulnerable to the essentials ; deep pleasure ,
It Has been attained in full glory,
By the way she was enchained in those white thickened sheets
With such sight , I can write our story
The irresistible evasion her clamour of pleasure has become
Her never migratory territory
I was down in Her town , Her true glory
A tropical jurisdiction , the beauty of her bay
Her fountain sprinkled drops of satisfaction with the screams of pleasure rabid to erupt
Her phalanges flowed through my spine like surging waves
A Beam for thirst of an in-depth thrust and ultimate pulverization
The scrapes on my head , runs way to my lawns
Ah ! It was fun , The tile has been cracked in the dark
With creaking sounds erupting from the african scented bed of mahogany
By the reflections of Red dimmed light on our skin , those dotted bumps appear
He Comes to life , when you wish to experience the thrusts
He began swimming towards the twin towers
He's drowned in the basin inseperable with the portal
Of dehisce of new lives .
© Eric James