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Enticed by your soul’s femininity…

I swim eternities in your womb’s lost lagoons…

And climb millenniums of mountain peaks that sit as your breast…

I watched you undress…

From the shadow of two horizons,

And spoke a message in the wind,

And breathed a breeze to blow swiftly to you so that you could receive…

An idea of how you make my horizon rise, and…

You bestow a beauty before my eyes,

That blinds me like two thousand suns…

With sun-rays shining two thousand miles past an eternity of two thousand smiles…

See, loving you is just worth while…

Worth my while…

Meanwhile,

I’m worthy enough to love you on a mountain top…

‘Causing volcanoes to erupt,

And clouds to drop… from the sky…

I’d die inside you,

And be reborn with your climax…

Subtract the oral elements of sex –

The fucking,

The sucking,

The licking…

And I’ll kiss a hum & cum back to back ‘cause just your touch attracts me…

Relaxes me with your waterbed eyes…

See, you make my nature rise…

Above setting Suns…

Can I kiss your Moons?

And play a tune with my tongue upon your womb?

And let the chorus sing your second climax…

See, I need you to metaphor play with me…

I mean, my mind,

As I play four melodies down your spine…

With my tongue…

As we achieve the second power of a hum…

And drown in the deep blue abyss,

As we kiss on a current of waves…

I’d bathe in your orgasms & liquid metaphors…

And pour my soul down your back like divine chocolate syrup…

Can me and you…

You and I…

Be the Moon & Sun…

Subtract the “mine’s” & “yours,”

And just be one?

See,

I don’t want to know if it’s good to you…

You don’t have to ask if it’s good to me…

See,

I don’t want you to scream my name…

I don’t want you to call my name…

Don’t spell my name –

Just know my name…

And when it’s all over & done…

…I just want you to call me…



Tha Prodigal One...