I am a landscape
an escapade for your inevitable talents
You take my valleys and convert them into
Mountain ranges with your
Exquisite way of molding those lips, fingers
Bliss around me
Whispers and incantations
Memory making masterbation
Your thoughts in my head, heat
In our bed
Heaven expressed
Unmasked in fevered sighs
of pleasure
Our evolution of love
- BlooWriter
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