Purple surrealism like a visitation
Deep in the gaze of love
All the flowers sing like a choir
She descends, a Muse with a pedicure
My bed of moonlight
Rich oatmeal orgasms, thick
My love is a golden stream
Wine as sweet as apple blossoms
Her sultry eyes of emerald fire
Lavender summer orgasms
She says, "drink"
Her tongue quivers like a lover
An island of Sirens sings
Bliss in the erotic rain
Authentication
Grace in a feminine universe
My face wet with succulent elegance
Her high heels prance like Bach
Thighs of Spain like morning Dew
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