Considering how rare and considerate you are of the expression kept inside you – I am eternally honored!
I feel as if eye am discovering a painting that is encoded on the pyramids of Egypt!
Your curves are like numbers and it’s a special trance to describe!
When I first opened the email, the eye just glazed into the pictures.
I can’t help it! Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to.
I apologize if my words might appear a bit scandalous but if they help provoke a sense of urgency then….Damn it.
I use words that can possibly teach you how sincere I am – some words are better understood with a sense of character in them.
So when I tell you that looking at your body makes me bite my lip, it’s true.
My imagination rips your clothes off slowly while my hands sculpture your essence.
If eye could teach you like an ancient understanding of how deeply bad I want you- Solomon and Shakespeare would be remiss.
We listen to songs that attempt to capture feelings and arouse the power at night.
We become strategic and lay out our melody and notes!
But IF I was there, I would just enter into you like the wind enters the desert.
We could make our own noise later!
Everything that makes sense in our mind will become logic when I touch you.
Words would fail us desperately, but that’s OK because I would be one with you.
Our spirits in flight, traveling to all of those illustrative pictures and poems of true sexuality.
INSPIRED By The E Of Thee.