MY LADY Ever in the morn wake and to the usually offensive morning breath, your heart and lips inoffensively quiver to stamp a kiss? Delightful is my lady that to her, such homage I pay. The flow of my blood is channelled to her heart. Her smile is wide and big as the sun, beautiful, as brewed freshly from the finest Angels. Ever seen a lady and your heart palpitate and frozen? So is my lady! In moves, she roves gorgeously and generously, to my heart spread some desires. Her tone melts my heart to pieces to conjoin my thoughts, so she alone I sought. Ever seen a lady so pretty and on the ground hold her grit, firmly to quake your feet? So is my lady! Her eyeballs I gaze, to see the children my balls will to her present presents of the womb. My lady is comely and homely, and to my sweet-tongued lavished-lies of overjoyed utterances, she sleeps excitedly. My words are true to her. Though I be drunk in love, I speak truth and for her heart to win, untruth I loathe. My lady is submissive and be I be offensive to her, shes obsessive with forgiving. For thats how a true relationship for eternity never sinks. She fills my cup with intoxicating wine so as to dine me with her cup. In the middle of the night when the wintry showers descends, her cup she spreads generously over my heart. Toss she her fingers over my head, and my brain some lunatic expressions inspire my mouth to invoke on her. Tastes of heaven on earth, my ladys expertise so conjure. Should the weather be as cold as the Antarctica , warm , warm, and warm so I feel for her cup is my size and sweetly shaped! Ever seen a lady and willie willingly leap for joy? So my ladys beauty does to gents. Morals rally round her from head to toe. Scarce these days to find a woman so beautiful and not proud. So is my lady! My lady cooks me deliciousness. And my intestines, she garnish with honey-sweetness. Nothing with her is ever micro waved. Her cooking place is her best room; even my taste bud loves my lady! She tickles my fancy and smears my lips with stamps of mellifluous lips. With loveliness she stings me. Her love is ravenous and her nudity my senses shove! With rush every eve I head home, to the pleasure and delight of hugs and gorgeous smiles. And to the lady at work who winks me, Come see my lady said I to her; proudly! Come see beauty without make-ups! Come see a face without a foundation! Come see her hair, not made in Brazil! Come smell my lady! Come see my lady walk without heels as high as hills! Come see boobs without job! Come see her skin, no rashes covered in tattoos! Come see epitome of perfection! Come see the crust of beauty! Come see naturalness! For naturalness is dignity! So is my lady, my virtuous lady. ----SALEM----
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 23:16:34 +0000
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