Hymn of Affection

A love story without your happiness is a hoax a night without me is like a lion chased by the fox. Tender and shy, your soul is younger than nineteen I’ve won your heart, it’s time to open the curtain. Our energy loosely burn, already getting over-aged affection protests for it to get its wage. chocolate emotion needs to be born, I can feel its kick from theory to real, we need to accept its lick. My pillows are green, my sheets are violet there’s something from pleasure we need to collect. My hands search your waist for a treasure to pick and from our kiss, I share in your initiating lipstick. Through my erotic scavenging, your appeal and nudity dress body parts are stammering, as if in front of the press. While a part of us rub on each other and mingle others dance around each other and entangle. Void of an organogram, events play like a revolver the venue’s address is best situated in your vulva. I’ve evolved so that my genotype is triple ‘X’ of my entire life, this is absolutely the best sex.