The Jungle Poem by Milton Wayne

He likes the way she.
She likes the way he.
Two minds join together to make one domain.
The ventilator of the lungs intertwined by the emotional tension they posses.
The curves from her river compliments his surface.
The tongue wrap around the corner of the main stream.
Fulfilling, his womb with milk and honey in which she created.
The pressure underneath the wall is build-up.
His seed seperates the earth; while lifting the rose she stands for.
A tear fell down her cheeks.
With her vines caught the tears that fell down his.
He likes the way she.
She likes the way he.
Harmonies