Glistening with sweatbeads of perspiration,
listening with anticipation of I love you echo,
recollections of loading the birth cannon with fodder from the ramming,
cramming every inch of me into you.
Obsessing over confessing to my double scoup velvet vanilla princess,
the minute details that entailed my life.
Remembering the familiarity you bring,
making my member sing, "Man I miss you".
and I wish you where here...
For any lapse may make me collapse,
into spasms of somber caverns,
That is desire.
Your door lit my fire,
and just why are we so compatible?
Any doubts one has are combatable,
You just ready my big guns,
understood, If so, then for the common good.
Could you keep thoughts of us in reach forever
and whenever you begin to feel antsy insert the
memory of my confessions of the obsessions of
the slippery silkly wet velvet rammed and crammed by every inch of me.