Heavens Thighs

Heavens Thighs

I’ll take it further than you’ve ever imagined. I’ll outdo your expectations and rise like the Phoenix from Arizona.

Wait for what?

You’d actually do that?

Yep.

So cover your ears if you need to.

Take Shelter.

I ain’t hiding anything.

The force of my lighting is going to strike.

You are already close to the tree.

Nothing will keep you from the flame that is ahead.

Unless you want to be burned with the wrath that is to come.

This wrath is fueled by love.

A love that adorns this sanctuary with jewels and luxury of embellishment.

In heavens thighs, there is very little room for sighs.

For the breath of the everlasting light, is exhaled when you don’t fight.

Give into this joy and inhale this bliss – once you taste of my caress we will evaporate into this.

A touch so profound it’s meant to explore paradise in all of its treasure.

Let’s climb into a climax of Royal pleasure.

A promise of this feeling is sure as we have now found the cure.

The disease is stricken from our skin – as now we have been blessed to win.

You were afraid I’d actually commit to such a crime.

Who would have ever thought we would make up the time?

Look at us now as we glide with an illustrious design. The prophecies were true and damn, we fine.

Take it as a sign – we’ve enveloped the best of our mind.

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Fictional Likeliness

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The door of fiction transcends the likeness of reality.

Laughter is dressed with an uninvited consequence of surprise.

Victory exists within an untamed instinct – to affirm the burning desire which calls out onto you!

As presence is clarified by the nature of your standing, there is power in the discipline which guides your motion.

Admitting to the discovery that is in your own soul and the drifting days which cause the concurring revelation.

Not being able to spell through the continuance variety – the declarations are spelled out.

Truthfully these papers are written because they announce themselves to me.

They write unto and into me – how glorious is the pin and sin of pivoting rewards!

Casting by the midnight fixation of resting, you are no longer moving in the one.

Such joy and bliss in my heart because of the midnight glistening of sweetly given melodies.
I’m dead and alive.
The received and alienated!
There is a white picture here, but I don’t know if you recognize it?
It’s still here, Only existing by the fiction of the background.
I’ve become very aware of the discovery necessary in my own soul and this month I feel closer to this present reality!
I feel these writings will become a story told of old and new.