Eden : Sex Poetry

Lay back and relax in to the deep meditation of my soft grass. Let my waters of spiritual wash the residue of conditioner of our sins. I gave you me times ten when you walked upon my side walk of ride you steady but keep the pattern very nice and burn your ashes of impatient temptingly slow. The Hindu of my hips take sips of holding on to my joyful swing. Clinch my throat and taste perfume flesh in hungry man starvation. I am climaxing in shyness as my rose buds of nipples bloom. I’m moaning in voices of echoes as I cast my speal of good and bad while you marinate my mouth. Your pounding me up against the reflections of broken glasses as my evil vegtables flash. I see my self in repeat as I am skies of unlimited. Come by and visit me as the curse of contractions. I have gave you knowledge as I open you up to visit my lustful Garden of Eden.